Ben Paynter

Veteran Poet - 1,752 Points (Midwest)

The 15 - Poem by Ben Paynter

When you, when you read this,
when you read this I
picture you sitting underneath
a window, with your head against
the sill.

It's dark out and you're reading with
a lamp next to you. It's raining out
and every so often a drop splashes
off the sill
off your hair
off your face
onto the page.

It's four years from now. Four years
and you're still somewhere I am not.
You always loved the rain, either that
or I never knew you. Four years and maybe
I never knew you.

Either that or I picture you
reading this drunk, riding the bus home
from the bars, the clubs.
Either way is fine.
I picture you reading this
in a rain jacket, you have a scarf
on. You're wearing your tight
jeans. I picture you,
laughing at the title.

When you read this I
want you to see yourself in it. I
want the words to fall off the page
into your pocket. I want them
to haunt you. I want you to carry them
home with you,
for once.

Part of me, the part I never show you
worries you will hate me, or forget me.
I should have told you that. I picture
you reading this, grinding your teeth,
like sometimes you did in your sleep.
You wanted a story,
here it is, some story, I know.
Are you on the bus still?
Is it raining?
Is the 15 still never on time?

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Comments about The 15 by Ben Paynter

  • A Waltz For Zizi (7/17/2016 3:49:00 AM)

    Wow! Goosebumps on my skin. (Report) Reply

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  • (1/28/2016 1:27:00 AM)

    Enticing poem, listening to your conversation and not being part of it. Yet learning of your love that you still wonder about at times. Great poem, thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 26, 2016

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