belong by Carissa Dewey earlier today I asked you to stop. my tears burned. sitting close and small. memories of my ride home how the barren farms, iced fields and my stark feelings enticed thoughts of the dog down the road- chained up, cold. of the scattered quail desperate in our circle. wild rose beyond our window- silent, still. and our cabin, single room, single brass bed. where I met you. where I should have left you. if I was stronger. yet others live where we once did and I’ve driven away. 01/17/2011 Posted on 01/18/2011 Copyright © 2024 Carissa Dewey Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Jo Halliday on 01/18/11 at 04:08 PM Beautiful poem; a reality painted well. Posted by Erin Eymard on 01/27/11 at 10:10 PM The final stanza almost punches you in the gut. Wonderful read! Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)