Lost Poem by Ashley Akari

He took his umbrella and turned away
And walked down the dark, rainy road.

I did not think that he’d look back,
I did not want him to look back.

In the grey puddles I can see my face,
And the hot precipitation down my face.

Mad, I sing a careless, confident tune,
Just to make sure that he’ll not turn back.

But I think the clouds above weren’t fooled;
They were black and grey with no sight of blue.

The brave blackbirds on the wires dropped dead,
And I locked my numb heart in my head.

Tomorrow I should throw a funeral
For the girl left here who isn’t me at all.

He looked back.