poetry by j matthew waters

january rain

she told me she liked a good cliché
liked how it felt against the
tip of her tongue

she was the kind of gal
who loved to french kiss for hours
or so she told no one

I remember her telling me on
new year’s eve
to be at the bus stop at noon
where she’d pick me up and
we’d go picnicking in the park

it rained throughout the night
and well into the morning
and though the buses don’t
run on sundays
there I sat in the dark
wondering where she was

june two thousand fourteen
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6 thoughts on “january rain

  1. Bonnie on said:

    ooh la la 😉

  2. A great poem for spring. : )

  3. 😦 This seems quite sad to me..

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