Poem Written on a Day When It Might Rain
I'm sitting in a library
on a day when it
might rain or snow
or maybe the Earth
careens into the Sun
and for some reason
I am thinking about
the only woman I
ever loved enough
to want to marry
and how she married
someone else -- not even
the guy she rejected
me for--
he took his broken
heart to Nebraska
and I took mine
straight to
Hell.
In the intervening years,
I've lost
jobs, lost my
mind
got cancer
survived cancer.
It's simple,
really--
the past is
the past and
all that remains
is either survival
or death
and
the passage
between the two
is just mileage
and keystrokes.
one day I will
run out of both
but probably
not today.
© John C. Erianne