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Meg Howell Feb 2015
The loud ring of the phone
brings him back to the
most important
day of his life;
his marriage

He doesn't know why
that memory was
triggered, but it's
all he can see

He longs to be back at that time
Falling, falling
The sweet tune of
"Here Comes the Bride"
plays in the back
of his mind

He sees the ground below him now
as he sees his wife walking
down the aisle
Closer & closer
Flirting with death

Near to the ground now
She's at the foot of the altar
She made it
So did he
"Till death do us part"
At first, this poem may be difficult to understand. The prompt for it was not from my own mind, but a fantastic book I have, "642 Things to Write About", which continues to inspire me. This is about a man who jumps from the 40th floor of a building, hears a phone ring while passing the 28th, and regrets his to decision to jump. It's my interpretation of what was going on in his head. I'll let you figure out the rest on your own.
Meg Howell Feb 2015
There once was a girl
& there once was a boy
and that is how I'll begin this story
The girl had high hopes
As did the boy too
The girl wanted love
But the boy wanted truth

With love comes pain
With truth comes lies
But the boy knew these things could not be disguised
He sat & he waited for that one special lady
And when the girl passed he immediately went crazy

She was everything accompanied with true love
The pain, the tears, the emotions, all of the above
So he said to that girl you must be different
from these ****** around here who stand on the corner
The girl replied oh honey I am
and I'm yours for more than a night

So they loved & they loved & they loved all the time
As the boy gave compliments like he was writing a rhyme
But then it came down to it & the girl was in love
But the boy, the dear boy, seemed to be afraid of her love & her need for him

So he left
Meg Howell Feb 2015
You said that I was different
You'd never felt what you felt with me
You'd wait for me forever
And to think I almost believed you
Meg Howell Feb 2015
Irony is perhaps the greatest figure of speech
The way you smile that fake smile when I know you aren't happy
Just like the Titanic was said to be unsinkable & look what happened there
Meg Howell Feb 2015
You're a fool if you think true love isn't real
Meg Howell Feb 2015
You're one for
solid hellos
easy goodbyes
nervous chuckles
whispered lies
slow smirks
long glances
useless questions
many chances
Meg Howell Feb 2015
The most perfect form of silence
is the one where everyone is asleep
& the only noise is the faint train off in the distance
with the wind rushing back & forth
and the stars shining so bright you can almost hear them twinkle
and the soft sound of rustling sheets
and everything is peaceful
but maybe not so silent after all
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