Old Poem

we were just an old poem

getting wet in the rain,

blowing through the hazy haze

together,

texting -

breaking up, making up.

 

 

we made love like a

scene shot in off colour

sunshine

the night before i last saw

her

 

 

our hearts

beating beating beating,

 

 

if i could

just keep that moment alive

somehow

 

 

capture

that sweet smile

somehow

 

 

then maybe we wouldn't be just -

 

 

tuesday

we argued all day,

felt sick with regret

underneath a black

suffocating sky,

 

 

our emotions,

bleeding bleeding bleeding

 

 

wednesday

she said, like a scared little kitten,

J, i'm pregnant!

 

 

if i could just kiss her now,

hold her now,

keep that moment alive

somehow,

 

then

maybe we wouldn't be just an old poem

getting wet in the rain.

JMB 2009