Meeting

Meeting

A Poem by BetanuZwei

It was raining.

I remember the smell of the rain

And the drip on the pavement.

The window must have been open.

You held my hands,

Like a child's,

In each of yours,

And lifted them to your mouth,

Staring, glaring back at me.

For my part I looked at the floor.

The only thing I trusted.

© 2011 BetanuZwei


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Added on February 1, 2011
Last Updated on February 1, 2011

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BetanuZwei
BetanuZwei

United Kingdom



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My name is Beth, though Bet or Betanu are also fine. I have written online before using my pseudonym/alter-ego Brian. He has a facebook fanpage and everything ;) To save you wasting your time read.. more..

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