four-and-thirty years ago…

four-and-thirty years ago
he was going to meet her here
they would spend a night, then
run away

it was 1984,
he was sure, as sureness comes,
night would turn into a
brighter day

so he waited in a room,
waited for her sudden step,
waited for a hand that
never knocked

four-and-thirty years has gone,
all has turned to dirt and dust,
except for one small tear this place

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

One thought on “four-and-thirty years ago…”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s