Some things never change

 

I was walking down a street

in my past, hating my bright future,

thinking about you

 

(How many years ago was it,

20, 25, when you said

you’d never speak to me again)

 

Not much traffic in these days,

the crossing guards

were not busy at all

 

Saw a kid with a transistor radio

playing the new Beatle’s single,

that was our song

 

Stopped at a payphone,

checked the coin return and found a quarter -

maybe my luck was changing

 

Placed it in the larger

round opening at the top

and dialed you a text message

 

But got an operator instead -

and in that snooty tone

I had all but forgotten, cackled,

 

“She still doesn’t want to talk to you”

 

Some things never change

Reviews

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

connection broken and not returning....sad--but true in this poem about you.

[willweb]

Thanks Josie. I am happy you got this one.

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

I so relate to this one!

[Kayleigh]

Letting go and moving on, it's hard Will. Keep your chin up friend...

[willweb]

It is always held a little higher when you leave such nice reviews for me Kayleigh. Thank you so much.

[s y e]

Ouchie, that has to hurt but you have a hint of wittiness in this one. I loved it... Moving on can be so difficult Will, sometimes, we never do.

[willweb]

Thank you so very much Noodlehead for your nice words. Yes, maybe a little bit of wit slippe in. I am really hapy you enjoyed this one today.

[Rita L. Sev]

Why is it that moving on can be so difficult? Those moments of hope keep a strong hold - best to leave that quarter where you find it next time... Great "back then" imagery in this, Will.

[willweb]

Thanks Rita for your nice comments. Yes, I believe I will leave that quarter alone the next time.

[Kelly Scheppers]

We choose to be ever faithful, and look what it gets us, but another slap in the face! Better go sit in the diner next time, Will...perhaps your luck might change!

[willweb]

Thank you so much Kelly. I'll be in the diner, can I buy you a cup of coffee?

[Kelly Scheppers]

I'd love a cup...save me a seat!!

[Alfred Kukitz]

I felt the downward spiral all the way to the end of the poem. Finding the quarter was novel. I felt like you went back in time with mention of the Beatles on a transistor radio,

[willweb]

Thank you so much Alfred for this nice review. I am glad you liked this one

[Einstein Noodle]

http://youtu.be/FPu_G-T28iU

we had party lines at home and phone booths were the only superman was our selves .. we put in a dime, actually, and with a simultaneous hit on the hang up lever got a dial tone and the dime back .. i guess i must say ooooooooh those were the days ;) the heavy sadness of your poem is in these lines for me ... it is simply tooooooooooooooooo long to pine wilweb!!! toooooooooooooooo long:
"(How many years ago was it,
20, 25, when you said
you’d never speak to me again)" ... granted one moment of loves sting can seem so long ... for sure
love and flowers
E.

[willweb]

Thank you so much E. I'm going to remember that if I ever see a pay phone again...easy money. I am happy you enjoyed my little walk in the past.

[Moonie]

The operator apparently knows nothing about poetry, or he wouldn't have caused this reverie to end!! :)) My favourite lines would be
"Saw a kid with a transistor radio

playing the new Beatle’s single,

that was our song"

[willweb]

Thank you so much...can you guess which song it was?

[Moonie]

Well I used to have hey jude as one of my 'our songs'....

[Matching Socks]

Oh, I shouldn't laugh but I love the humour and wit peppered into this pathetic moment (and you know I mean that as a compliment). If you love something and doesn't come back to you, set it free or something like that... Time to move on you hopeless little cutie pie. Find a new love.

[willweb]

Hey, didn't I see you at the roller rink? The pink pom poms on your skates? Thank you so very much Ana. I am thrilled you found the humor in this..I was hoping someone would.

[Matching Socks]

Haha, nope. Ice skates maybe. :)