Cold Tears - Falling Poem by Thomas Plotz

A blue pick-up truck
Cruised past my house today
Then stopped with a brief sigh,
At the end of my drive,

I wasn't able to see, from the angle I was at,
To see who it could be
I know from past events it could of
Been TA or K even another spouse,

They looked at my car, out of gas sitting in the drive
Maybe wondering if I'm alive, for I haven't left, nor
Has the car moved in a week or so?

This isn't a grand city
With street cars, metro,
Close by bus or train

So I stayed, right, here

Then the blue truck moved to the
End of the street and turned around
Back from where they were bound

At the stop sign they waited a half minute,
For traffic to clear, before a slow left turn, out of town

I should have ran out to see
Who it could be?

Just then, the sky opened up, with Cold Tears - Falling
 
T. Plotz
Cold Tears - Falling
23 March 2017