Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #99
I Didn't Tell Her
by Belinda Roddie
I didn't tell her that I had purchased
a ticket to New York because I hoped
I had at least a teaspoon of talent.
I didn't tell her that the second week
of August would be the last week that I'd
reside in my parents' house, or that I
had already quit from my boring job
pushing carts and enduring customers'
abuse. I thought if I just disappeared,
she would forget me. After all, we did
not speak much, and any flame between us
had flickered out long ago, or so I
thought. It wasn't until the day before
I left that she came to me wanting more.
by Belinda Roddie
I didn't tell her that I had purchased
a ticket to New York because I hoped
I had at least a teaspoon of talent.
I didn't tell her that the second week
of August would be the last week that I'd
reside in my parents' house, or that I
had already quit from my boring job
pushing carts and enduring customers'
abuse. I thought if I just disappeared,
she would forget me. After all, we did
not speak much, and any flame between us
had flickered out long ago, or so I
thought. It wasn't until the day before
I left that she came to me wanting more.
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