THE LOCKETA Poem by Rene Velez
I am always late
and she is not the waiting type, She is sure to be livid and I not forgiven on the corner of Columbus and eighty third waiting for the light to change, I see a chain with a locket on the side of me by the side of a tree I pick it up hoping someone would come by to claim I inspect it and on the back of the locket, in script, engraved is a name to my dearest daughter Joan love always dad the loss accidental and the jewelry sentimental it brought a bit of heartache but I could not wait I am already late my mind to be disassembled with curious questions and uncalled insecurity because she is my only love oh how I longed for a tequila buzz before my arraignment and so I walk across the street I Make my way to our agreed Meeting place she sitting outside the dove shaded by a canopy above she had the saddest smile as I said I was sorry for being late, she waved it off with a dismissive hand I ask her what was wrong and she said she asked a friend to come alone in the hopes of meeting me, her friend had lost something that belonged to her my love felt terribly her friend in the bathroom wiping her tears, a loss of a locket that was mortally dear and soon her friend did return, and I thought to myself a love found is a lesson learned I kissed my love and said I love you I introduced myself to her friend and reached in my pocket and said... Joan I believe this belongs to you and placed the locket in her hand © 2012 Rene VelezReviews
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9 Reviews Added on June 7, 2012 Last Updated on June 7, 2012 AuthorRene VelezNew York City, NYAboutHmmm...ok i love writing poetry, just an average writer aspiring to greatness, enough to touch at least one heart...I review poems...some stories as long as they are not to long. Time is precious and .. more..Writing
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