new poem
Title- A conversation
by me
He sits there
On a bus bench
Phone in his hand
Voice barely above a whisper
As his relationship
And his heart
Cradles on this conversation
Will she understand
How much he cares
Or will she never speak
To him again
His hand his red
Fused to the phone
Its cold outside
And the bus isn’t here
Yet
But time is irrelevant
To the conversation at hand
She sits at home
Listening to his reasoning
But all she hears are pleas
To keep whatever they have
Together
She wants to love him
As the tears roll down her eyes
Thirty minutes pass
The bus is late
Still no conclusion
No resolution
And he is out of words
She is out of emotions
Both drained
Sitting in opposite
Sides of the town
The bus rolls up
He hangs up the phone
Knowing
by me
He sits there
On a bus bench
Phone in his hand
Voice barely above a whisper
As his relationship
And his heart
Cradles on this conversation
Will she understand
How much he cares
Or will she never speak
To him again
His hand his red
Fused to the phone
Its cold outside
And the bus isn’t here
Yet
But time is irrelevant
To the conversation at hand
She sits at home
Listening to his reasoning
But all she hears are pleas
To keep whatever they have
Together
She wants to love him
As the tears roll down her eyes
Thirty minutes pass
The bus is late
Still no conclusion
No resolution
And he is out of words
She is out of emotions
Both drained
Sitting in opposite
Sides of the town
The bus rolls up
He hangs up the phone
Knowing