The day my brother fell off his bike

I told you “don’t come”,

But really I was waiting for you.

The metal bench was cold

And through the slits

I could see large tree trunks

Jutting out of the crumbly earth,

 

Reaching for me.

 

It was a lonely day.

A flock of birds flew low over the water

Talking to each other urgently.

The bench shook as it took your weight.

You smelt of coffee.

You like coffee.

 

Isn’t it strange how a day can change?

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[Patient Poet (Yos)]

I love your style ... very much , specially how you ending your poems .... leaving me with questions