Rain’s End
The rain poured
the day you walked away from me.
I was sick and shy.
I wanted to hold you.
I didn’t want to say goodbye.
The rain poured
and the hallway was so tiny,
Paint peeling, wood moldy.
A door on either side
created a box we couldn’t get out of.
The rain poured
and the sound was like a thousand drums
trying to get our attention
beating a divine message –
now now now now now
We closed our ears,
and the water washed you away.
Now 14 years later I sit, pen in hand,
surrounded by family and friends,
yet completely alone
breathing in the sweet essence of
the hundred purple flowers you promised to send,
still
waiting
For your hand on my shoulder
your whisper in my ear, waiting
for you.
LM Neal is a Queer writer working to transcend binaries and borders. She hails from the ocean shores but lives now between city and woods with partner, child, and pets. She has been published in a range of journals and anthologies, and is happy to be participating now with a #Finalpoem as we perch at the edge of ending.
