It's been twelve years
since I last saw him -
oh, a couple of times
at a distance,
but not face to face.
Seeing the report
on the screen before me,
I shake and grow hot,
feel tears stinging me eyes,
feel my heart begin to race.
What do I do now?
He's in jail once again,
so the Vines report read.
Sixty years-old next month,
still doing the same thing.
But old hearts stay in love,
old hearts don't give up easy.
He is my husband. . .
I want to die in his arms.
What do I do now?
My hand hovers over
the mailbox, envelope clutched
so tightly it creases and bends.
Do I drop the letter through
the chute, do I do it now?
Then - it's gone inside
where retrieval in not an option.
Will I fall back into a life
I do not want - change him?
Oh, God, what do I do now?
In a list
A contest entry
- NOW WHAT? by Dalaney.
1000 points, ended January 6, 2008, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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An HM from you is still gold. I noticed that I had not added a couple of words, so fixed it. Thank you so much for this award.
Wolfie -
You have created the feeling of angst and love and indecision so very well in this piece, my friend...You have given me a poem to ponder and to appreciate, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Love, lane -
Excellent
Very creative and well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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The old, old story of how we can't resist people who are bad and bed for us. She has to go back because she just can't help herself. Now what? It certainly fits into that because she's not quite sure what will happen next. Though I can make a pretty good guess!
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