Back on my porch

You just showed up on my door step
on a Sunday afternoon
the rain had just stopped falling
but had started way to soon

Your once golden hair lay flat
against your pale skin
You said:”I am sorry to disturb you,
but my hope is wearing thin,

I know I should have called you,
but your love just hurt so bad,
Now I’m coming back to ask for
the only friend I’ve had.”

We sat down on the porch bench
wrestling demons of our own
Then I placed my arm around you
As the sun lit up the town.

It was my husband who awoke me
from my trip to a far past
In my hand I held a tear drop
from a friend who died too fast.

~ by spasmicallyperfect on July 21, 2008.