April Shower

April Shower

One day you’ll see me
I’ll be wearing my black trench coat
You’ll be the girl drinking coffee
Watching me from the window as you sit in the corner of your favourite café
I put away my umbrella as I step out of the rain
My hair is slightly damp from the cold April shower

I am late but hope
That the newspaper-wrapped flowers in my ink stained hands will buy your forgiveness
You immediately stand up and give me a hug
My hands drop the bouquet to hold you better
It has only been two days since your sister’s funeral
I have no words for you
My plan ended at tulips
You drink your coffee and I note the silence

Lol. This piece started off very differently from how it ended up. After writing the previous piece “The Smile that Breaks Your Heart”, I wanted to write a happier piece. At first, I was the one drinking coffee in the café and a beautiful girl comes in, slightly wet and mostly gorgeous. I was listening to the Celtic Women version of “You Raise Me Up” (as made famous by Josh Groban) at the time and I wanted to write a hopeful piece describing a beautiful/romantic event in the future. But after crafting the piece a little more, I decided that it would be better if I were the one outside and slightly damp. I then decided to make it a darker piece. I’m not sure why. I toyed with having the boyfriend die instead of the sister (to tie in with the previous poem) but I decided against that. I really like how the piece starts rather light and happy and then switches over to a heavier mood and then just ends awkwardly. What do you say when someone’s sister dies?

Anyways, you may have noticed that I referred to this thing as a “piece” instead of as a “poem”. I’m not sure what I’m doing can be called writing poems. Maybe my next piece will have a rhyming scheme. I guess we’ll have to wait and see.