reflections on rainy streets

I’m singing,
like a lost child’s tune,
the sweetness it carries,
the good it can’t do.

and I say: please, not yet.
and I say: we’re not through.

and I love you, yes – 
but the vultures are scouting this room.

you’re dreaming,
like a fog’s lazy gray,
the brilliance beneath it,
the past’s shady haze.

and you say: the good’s gone.
and you say: we can’t stay.

and you love me, yes – 
but it feels just like running away.

like a stone seeking sea,
the ripples that chase it,
the futility.

and we say: don’t forget.
and we say: guess we’ll see.

and we loved here, yes – 
but it’s not what they said it would be.


About tehlorkay

writer of poems and longer things. restless wanderer of small-town streets. unabashed seeker of the true world.
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3 Responses to reflections on rainy streets

  1. ellenmrozek says:

    I loved this poem enough to read it to my dad, and he loved it too. I hope someday you write a novel that contains poetry, because you have a real knack for it. 🙂

    • tehlorkay says:

      thanks so much Ellen! this totally made my day. there’s a little poetry in my current work-in-progress, but I’ve always dreamed of writing a novel in verse, so this was especially encouraging.

      thanks so much for reading, and tell your dad thanks too 🙂

  2. I think this is my favorite thing I’ve read of yours. It is bittersweet, and I love the meter-rhyme and the line structure. Thank you for sharing this!!

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