"You really loved him,
Didn't you?"
My perfectly pink lips quiver
As hot tears brim my eyes.
I nod my head yes;
Of course I did.
But I loved him much more
Than just a nod.
He was a deep breath
Of fresh air,
A shooting star
Across a jet black sky,
The split second silence
Under a highway bridge
In the pouring rain.
But I could only nod.
"Smile, darling.
You have so much ahead of you."
But once again, I could
Muster only a nod.
A disbelieving nod,
But a nod just the same.
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 9:59 AM UTC
"You really loved him,
Didn't you?"
My perfectly pink lips quiver
As hot tears brim my eyes.
I nod my head yes;
Of course I did.
But I loved him much more
Than just a nod.
He was a deep breath
Of fresh air,
A shooting star
Across a jet black sky,
The split second silence
Under a highway bridge
In the pouring rain.
But I could only nod.
"Smile, darling.
You have so much ahead of you."
But once again, I could
Muster only a nod.
A disbelieving nod,
But a nod just the same.
This is pathetically cliche, but it had to be done. Also, when you type "nod" six times in a poem this short, it starts to look like it isn't a word at all. . .
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