A Flower At The Terminal
He started down the steps, head down,
Don’t bump your head, my tall man
Walk down those steps to me
Who you didn’t expect to see
Until later
When the taxi brought you home
But I couldn’t wait, and I thought you were alone
And longing for me, as I have for you
But who is this, whose hand you hold
As she exits the plane behind you?
Who’s this who laughs with you as you descend the stairs,
And reaches up and musses your hair?
People around me, happy and hugging
Around me lovers reunite with unblemished delight
Together again, smiling, I hate them all
I should not have surprised him, I should have called
He doesn’t see me, his eyes are on her
They kiss goodbye, he gives her a flower
A flower, like the one I hold, to give to my man
Our little thing, a flower on parting, and one for the return
Our little thing no more
He walks, smiling, towards the taxis
I walk, alone, to get the car
–gregory cobb


3 responses to this post.

  1. Wow! As deep, powerful and poignant as it gets. Wish there were a public ‘Rec’ here; many others need to read it.
    (I have written only a handful of songs from the ‘other’ point of view, and none quite so evocative.)


    • Man, was it good seeing your name in my notifications! My email acct. keeps screwing me up, or it has no patience with foolish dodderers, so please accept mail from mel_famy@yahoo.com.
      I hope that you are back to writing, I miss your witty and off kilter posts.
      I wrote another poem a few weeks ago, No One Took The Keys, that is based on the events. leading to his DUI conviction. I cried when I wrote it, im getting good at playing the heartstrings.


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