Crust rolling up under her fingers
Remnants of last nights dried tears
The table was still set
And the guests had all left
Nothing stood up, but warm beers
Not minding to wait when it’s early
Hate minding to wait when it’s late
Crushed when both lasted forever
Two times for the same date
© 2011 Michael Yost
fun word play…
Maybe more a lyric than a poem. Glad you liked it.
Interesting! Michael, have you finished the thought here?
Several quite fine turns of phrase – Nice!
Don’t know.. thinking of lyrics when I read it. May go back and play with it.