You once said I was better
than
your favorite whiskey;
back then, the rain
tapped on the windows
like a typewriter
in an endless paragraph
we wrote together.
Last night, each drop
of rain sounded
like pebbles we threw
in the lake:
a hard slap before
they sank to the bottom—
The last thing you said
as you poured another drink
was how you hated the rain;
maybe that’s why I left,
climbing out the window
to make my escape.
MICHAEL MINASSIAN is a Contributing Editor for Verse-Virtual, an online poetry journal. His poetry collections Time is Not a River, Morning Calm, and A Matter of Timing as well as a new chapbook, Jack Pays a Visit, are all available on Amazon. For more information:
https://michaelminassian.com
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