THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN

OUT THE DOOR

March 9, 2012

Copyright 2012 Gordon Kuhn

Poet in the Rain Productions, Alpaca Junction, Inc.

It was just a mile’s ride from Sunday

Somewhere along about mid-Monday

When boiling passions freely loosely broke

And in a simple damning violent stroke

Destroyed that which had taken years to build

And left holes and gaps never likely to be filled

Gashes ripped far too large to be able to repair

Scars left forever where loved once died in despair

And he went his way

And she went her way

And they forgot about the happy one days they shared many times before

Once shared before that terrible Monday when they both walked out the door.