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Sep 15
On my knees in the parking lot                                                              ­   knew  what I had and now it's lost                                                             ­ Tears  streaming down with all my pain                                                             ­                             pantlegs  soaked  with  cold  wet rain                                                     You  walk away like I'm not here                                                             ­ as  I  scream  out my hopes in fear                                                             ­ your  coldness stabs me like a knife                                                           Did  I  mean nothing in your life ?                                                              Then  here comes the taxicab,                                                         ­              you  jump in, not looking back                                                             ­   While  I collapse so completely                                                       ­      in  an  instant, all's taken from me                                                           I  knew right then that that was it                                                               gold  just passed through my fingertips                                                    and  if I never again  see your face                                                         the  hole in my heart remains an open space
Written by
Sherri Woodman  63/F/pa
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