Chalk Poem by Jesse Allen Anderson

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.