The Man At the Corner
The man at the corner
is waiting for me.
He is standing there
extremely patiently.
I see him
in a dark brown coat.
Which compliment
his chocolate brown eyes.
The bright red roses in his hand
I can see from down the block.
He looks down at his watch
and notices that I am late.
I start to walk a little faster.
My heels click upon the sidewalk.
He looks up into my eyes
And he smiles as he walks towards me.
A deafening screech
brings us to a halt.
A flash of red
drenches me in filth.
His eyes open wide
and he walks towards me.
The red flash comes faster and
plows over the man.
He keeps driving
into the building.
I sprint to the man
Who is dying before my eyes.
I softly lift his head
And he looks into my eyes.
Coughs a little blood
and says the words I love you.
The words leave my mouth as well
with tears down my cheeks.
As his eyes roll back into his head
I kiss him on the lips.
Tears break out once more
As he is put into the ground.
The ring on my left hand
I'm twisting nervously around.
I cry at the diamond
and curse that I was late.
For if I wasn't
he would have lived.
The man at the corner was my husband
waiting there for me
He was standing there
extremely patiently.
Copyright © Taylor Kristine | Year Posted 2012
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