They promised rain
for five
days straight.
You were all alone
in that
little home
where no one
really liked
to go.
The fireplace was cold
and the mailbox
couldn't fill your pockets.
You slept on the floor
in a raggedy
nest of blankets
and loved a
paper bag
twice a day.
Old pictures made
you
realize that Mom & Pop
were kids
once
too.
Sometimes
at night when you would
lay awake
you could hear
the trees
and the wind
plotting to **** you.
By morning you
knew
that both you and the kitty
on your doorstep
were hungry.
But only
she deserved to eat.
You drank
coffee at 12:13 PM
with
your breakfast.
Two cans of orange soda
made you start
believing
in
God again.
The deer trespassed
as they pleased.
You realized that you weren't
scared to walk
down the hallway
at night
anymore.
I wish you could have
seen your
face
when it started raining.
But I wish
more than anything
that
you could have
just
seen this coming.
A
promise
is a
promise.