miyako73
11-09-2012, 03:37 PM
Your scarf, bright and red,
Draping around your neck
In neat, graceful folds
Stands out like a lasso.
Will it be the same noose
That will snare you,
Choke your throat,
And end your last breath?
Your eyes, red and moist,
Stare at the electric post
And blankly look ahead
Like you are waiting.
Will he show up to explain
Why he is leaving
Or why he cannot hold
The glow on your cheeks?
While waiting for my latte,
I wonder a lot about you
Sitting by the cafe's window,
Nursing a cup of cappuccino.
Draping around your neck
In neat, graceful folds
Stands out like a lasso.
Will it be the same noose
That will snare you,
Choke your throat,
And end your last breath?
Your eyes, red and moist,
Stare at the electric post
And blankly look ahead
Like you are waiting.
Will he show up to explain
Why he is leaving
Or why he cannot hold
The glow on your cheeks?
While waiting for my latte,
I wonder a lot about you
Sitting by the cafe's window,
Nursing a cup of cappuccino.