Sitting in my car
outside your house.
It was raining heavily. I was
waiting for you to finish
brushing your teeth.
I had been reading from
the book of words
but they were beginning to
meld and move
so instead I sat
in silence and listened
to the sound of the rain
on the roof.
And as I sat there,
watching the rocks outside
getting wetter
and wetter,
I knew that someday
you would disappoint me.
this is the home of The Beachcomber.
these are the ramblings of a confuséd individual.
that some might call poetry.
that some might call Benjamin.
these are the ramblings of a confuséd individual.
that some might call poetry.
that some might call Benjamin.
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© Benjamin Russell
i think i prefer this open ending.
Good to know.
Thanks.