The Freezing Rain Poem by JHP Poetry

She stood in the freezing cold.
And the rain felt like snowballs.
On a side bench under neon lights, she sat.
With a blue circle surrounding her eye,
when somebody almost punched her
lights out. Just staring at those who
gawked at her. As she smoked under a
store roof top. This is when she saw him.
He walked on by. To her surprise,
He was as handsome as ever.
'Life must be treating him well.'
There was a provoking sound out of
the gaping sky to jump in front of a
bus. He would pay attention.
Maybe stop to see her lying there.
She was not okay as her quivery voice
claimed. But, he didn't detect the
disturbing echos in the background.
So she hung up the phone.
She, the old worn out dish rag.
She, the door mat to most people.
Still, she thought he would have an
instant flashback. A relapse of their
long history together. Instead,
she stood in the freezing rain.
And he didn't even remember her name.
It's Ada... she uttered. The lighter burning
her fingertips. The expression on his
face. It told their story. She kept walking
through the foggy night.