I was walking along a muddy road
with the rain pouring down on my face.
Then you saw me
and I saw you.
You came over and gave me a big hug;
you made the rain stop.
Now I'm walking down that same road.
You are there,
a ghost that follows me,
haunts me,
reminding me of the gloomy past
I shouldn't have had,
that I didn't deserve.
Desolation--
and the rain starts to pour.
Copyright ©2008
Gretchen Ann Decker
Posted on
Sun, November 2, 2008
by gretchen decker