Everyone knows
Where the curb is
The one where everyone has scabbed their knee
At one time or another
The one everyone sits on
Waiting
Waiting for what?
It changes
From person to person
But if you see them sitting at the curb
They're waiting
Patiently,
Hopelessly
I ask you
To meet me there
At the curb
I'll be sitting there
Waiting for you
Meet me at the curb
So I can kiss you one more time
Meet me at the curb
So I can kiss you goodbye
I'll be waiting for you at the curb
Patiently, hopelessly
Because anyone who's waiting at the curb
Will never receive
What they're waiting for
I still ask you
Beg you, plead you
To meet me at the curb
I wish to kiss you
One last time
I wish for you
To wipe away my tears
As I say goodbye
Meet me at the curb
Will you?
So I can properly say
Goodbye
YOU ARE READING
Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
