Two For One(Warning Grim Contents)
The rain patters with tiny crystalline taps,
by Mary Naylor
on my windshield. With brittle glass
pencils it traces the image of your face,
until I see it in the beaded lace,
of my windshield.
Bitter tears spill down my cheeks as I
try in vain to touch that place on the pane.
Helplessly I listen and watch,
as the rain sketches a diamond lane,
through my heart's pain, across my windshield.
Last night, the news blared, there was one
victim in yesterday's drive by.
Darling, it wasn't true. There were two.