last night
it did not rain
cats and dogs
but pennies and nickels.
loose change
that did not spill
from the sky
but from those flimsy pockets
that your thumbs hung by.
a talk turned to a yell.
a whirlwind of despair.
the sound of clinks and clanks
from kitchenware i threw
to protect myself from you.
the money keeps me around
but this cannot go on
for much longer.
those nickels and pennies
won't make me feel the same
as i did on our wedding day.
