Chalk
in the rain of a memory on a faint afternoon..
on broken glass
i made it thru the underpass
of the moment that i saw you last
i wound up on the floor
i saw your shadow in the door
i couldnt make it there once more
you know i meant to
this time i seen you
Like heaven sent you
feathers fall where angels climb
i wonder if i'll get to you in time
just like the last time
was that the last time
or the time before
i lost
you
found
the back door
the mystery i read to
the promise we agreed to
the white words in the black door
the write on red
i bleed too
i want to tell you why I'm here
but it seems like i dont need to
anymore
so i wrote it on the black door
the right way on the back door
the white words on the black door
now the conversation hangs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem