Half Pint Cricket Blues Poem by Kewayne Wadley

There I sat by a door of lust
Trying to find my way out
Rain sprang from the wells of her eyes
Distant memories sat still
Counting the seconds as the clock that sat on the wall
Soon I didn't know if I watched the clock
or it watched me
Passing time below heavens wake I said
merely passing time
Her soul poured to the sound her voice vocalised
The ceiling itself
clouds that hid the sun for yet another day
Not a car could be seen on this long dirt stretch
Only footprints left by those that have come and gone
Nearby a cricket screeched its lonely song
Needing a company besides the moon that lit its sorrow
Passing time below heavens wake
Merely passing time
Dishes lay in pieces against the cold hardwood
Her eyes could bare no more
Swollen with the tears that perhaps spoke louder than any other word
For the night I loved a love that wasn't mine
For a night
I couldn't look you in the eye and charge you a fare
The warmth was no longer the same
As I looked my love in the eye one last time
The wind kissed her lips one last time as I followed the cricket into the night