It is because he went away
that she is waiting in the rain.
If he comes back to her again,
what will she do, what will she say?
On that unbelievable day
she will speak to him of roses
and how the path that he chose is
petal-strewn but also thorny.
Will he return sad or horny?
Either way, somebody loses.
Robert Lee Brewer at Poetic Asides issued a form challenge, to write a decima. I am away from home, having adventures, and was not in time for the deadline, but I wanted to try one anyway.
It fits, I think, with the latest Poets United Midweek Motif: Watershed Moments (which alter everything thereafter) -- except that it's fictional. But it's also speculative, in the non-genre meaning of the word, and I'm sure we've all had moments something like this.
