NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 4 – A love poem written not to seem like a love poem

Driving  Home in  the  Dark


The sky is cloudy.

But that’s OK.

The lawns are mown.

And that’s really OK.

Things just grow sometimes.

And that, as I recall, was especially OK.


I went to a movie.

That was OK, though

you weren’t there,

ever, when it came

to movies of this sort.


I drove home in the dark, barely

able to see through my tears because

my eyes are light sensitive,

sensitive to something; and probably

due to something

no longer here.

Benita H. Kape © 5.4.2015