Title : 7 days that I've seen you
Day 1,
The cold breeze prickled
through my bones,
Visiting my street,
I walked with the storm
Saw a girl cleaning
up snows from her lawn,
A month everyone
looked forward to
December it is!
where first fall of
frost was born!
And... I had no idea at all
Day 2,
Heading to work,
I worn my boots, ages of old
Warming up, I slung over my
daddy's coat
For when his days are done,
I remembered,
he lent me his coat,
smiled for the first time,
saying,
"My son, I'm getting old."
And I felt my world
crumbled,
becoming no more
Day 3
Duty's off,
I drank with friends,
So much for brandy,
forgetting mother's call
saying how it would
be lovelier to spend my
day with my brother at
home
And I am lost for words,
I have nothing to say
to her at all
For my time spend after
was looking for my lost
coat
Day 4,
I saw Christmas lights
and stockings placed up high
as I visited our street
this night
and saw neighbors' floor
That same girl
still cleanin' up
her snowy lawn
I asked my mother
what is so good at
this month,
the month father left
me, left his only son
And I regretted the
way her tears slipped,
hastily, I retreated the streets,
reminded by the time
when I asked her at age of 6
Day 5,
Second time, I visited home
The home I ran away since 10
Gathering courage
and a face with guilt
I took for granted the time
Father spend with me
at our swings beside
the girl's freezing lawn
Around that age,
Dad could had afford to buy
me bicycle
Time was a thief
And I am becoming like it.
But not my mom.
She sighed in relief
When she saw me
alive-- in one peice
Day 6
I met the girl
that one who cleaned
the freezing lawn
Wearing father's coat
walking down our street
I lost it on the bar
Turned out it was on
her all along, and
the night memories
unlocked it all
I gave it to her on
the day I drank with friends
She was cold by then,
And I, too drunk to remind
myself
Yet, I thought,
atleast
Someone wear it right
Day 7
I cooked mom and bro
breakfast
I cleaned up the sink's dirt
I do this again and again
in days 8, 9, and 10
I threw out the home garbage
And then I met that girl
She was around my age
And she looked at me as
I stare in dazed.
" I met your mom and I knew
your father. She's an angel and
he was her shadow.
I have your coat
but this one is different
Your mom bought another one
Incase, you'll miss your father,
you miss your home. "
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Mr. Poetry
PoetryFor the Guy who don't know poetry mean so much for a girl That he decided to make one for her himself Doesn't matter if it looks boring or uncool at least he tried to share his true feelings hidden between the line. Started Nov 12,2017- Ended april...
