3 a.m. at the Holly Brook



the last call crowd found me
gazing, through the window, outside.
last time here i gazed at you,
no interest in the passersby.

but things change;
glad your dad’s doing better
- unlike that night
when you were frightened
by uncertainty,
and nothing pleased me
more than simply
being
             there
                          for you.

  • and nothing pleased me
    more than simply
    being
    there
    for you.

    wonderful finish to a poetic story
  • Mindy
    You're welcome. And it definitely reminded me of a bright spot :)
  • Mindy
    I never thought I'd read a poem about my favorite diner. I like it.

    My husband took me to the Holly Brook after a movie on our first date, but your memory of it (if this is based on experience) sounds a little more bittersweet.
  • Thanks Mindy. I drove by the diner the night I wrote the first draft of this rhyme. It did bring back some semi-distant thoughts, but I'm glad it ignited a few bright sparks for you :)
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