Tomorrow at Five

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He has to come home
She says he's not coming back
That he's six feet under
Entombed in stone
I don't understand

Where's the grey hair
The wide smile and open arms
His cheap but pristine suit
That smells of tobacco
It's already five

The train has arrived
Passengers roll out the grand doors
Snow falls all around
This bench is cold
He's never this late

I'll return again
I will be her when he comes
Tomorrow here at five
He has to come
Because I am waiting

He has to come home
He always does





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KathrynPaige said...
Aug. 22, 2010 at 2:26 pm
Over a hundred people have viewed this poem now!!! That's a record!!!
 
Flory said...
May 27, 2010 at 8:47 pm
I tried to give 5 stars but the system locked on 1 star. Sorry!!
 
KathrynPaige replied...
May 28, 2010 at 12:10 am
NOOOOOOO!!!!!! That means I now have an average of 4 stars!! (jk)
 
MeAgain replied...
May 28, 2010 at 10:58 am
Trying again to fix.  I sent a note to the editor asking that they fix the stars.
 
Flory said...
May 27, 2010 at 8:42 pm
This poem makes me cry. How sweet.
 
cheeky1 replied...
Jun. 14, 2010 at 2:17 pm
Flory - Makes me cry too!!  What a talent Kathryn is!!!  Just like her mother -  AMAZING!!!!
 
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