Rainy Day In Illinois Poem by James Bost

4 hours away
That very far in the inner state
Long distance
But talking about the distance
283.7 miles apart
And they separation is good for the heart
Make it grow fonder
Well I've grown fonder
With a desire much stronger
A grip that can hold on much longer
Fingers that point on the tip of the nose
That my futuristic conscience only knows
Wasn’t easy up against lustful object....
Had to battle my old ways
And broke down on lone days
Cause I was afraid.
But on second thought...This what I asked for
Only I was too blind to see it
Too illiterate to read it...
NO! ! ! ! ...I didn’t read between the lines
Instead I split those 2 fingers every time...Deuces
But you were there for me when you could.
Only one to buy me a birthday gift when no else would.
2 boxes of junior mints
It all makes lots of sense
.....you was at level I couldn't reach
Seeking for a lesson in me that I couldn't teach
I showed that little boy inside of me
In private I thought like a man
In public I was just a little boy
To you, I was a little boy
To time, I was a little boy
Communicating, conversation, determination,
I was a little boy
Fast forward to now
Sitting hear staring out the window
On This Rainy Day in Illinois
But these gray clouds don’t bringing sad in me
Raindrops playing the melody
Of a song smiles and energy
And if you can see what I see.
You would see why it was not a single day
I didn’t go without
Thinking of you.
This rain brings hope....
HOPE...first time for the first time
I can actually love for the first time
Nothing like first time
You jumped in my arms
And our lips shared a moment
5am in Baltimore for the first time
No this not no Lust poem
But guide me to penetrate and engage
Of your mind, heart, body and heat waves
At a level I never mastered
Without a bachelor
I still captured
The potential
Of the possibility of
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