Part II. Left Further Behind

by Uriel Tovar

you came in
with that snot nose rap
your fucking smile could cut a thousand hearts
but that ninja star
pinned mine to the tree
carving your initials
with blue and red ink

there were times
where i could wait
for you to come back
from that long train ride in
to the station
flowers in my hands
and hearts in my left shirt pocket
still dripping wet

the stains on my shirt match the
stains on your tissue
cold and hard
dried out and brittle
from the rain
that came before that sunshine
on that plain you spent
your life away from me

but the station lost its glow
and its appeal turned
into wet
trampled confetti on
a dirty floor
mushed and smashed into
balls of mud

i stopped showing
and you stopped caring
i stopped feeling
the beating in my shirt pocket.


Posted on 08/14/2005
Copyright © 2020 Uriel Tovar

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Felicia Aguilar on 08/17/05 at 07:02 PM

This is going in my favorites. It is heartbreakingly beautiful...

Posted by Kristine Briese on 02/26/11 at 12:57 AM

Your flow is flawless, your images stark and beautiful. On to the next...

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