Open Windows - Jillian Colleen

(This is a poem that was written for me by an aquaintance. The authors name is Jillian Colleen, and since she wrote it I have lost contact with her. So unfortunately I cannot obtain written permission or even give her proper credit. If someone knows her please let me know so I can give her proper acknowledgement on here. One last thing, I have posted this as near as un-edited as I could. I only placed each line on separate lines and added capitals. Other than that everything else is original. Please enjoy.)

The record player skips

Redundant repetition – 

Cruel words and slamming doors

He doesn’t want her to leave

She will not beg him to stay

Stolen kisses turned to time wasted

As he wipes away her tears

Rain splashes on the pavement

Another ‘goodbye’, keys left in the lock

Empty closets

Returned mail

Nothing left to mourn

New neighborhood; new life

In a coffee shop he sips hot brew

Pencil in hand; foot tapping out the beat 

1 and 2 and 3 and...

‘Bloody hell’

‘Excuse me’

Hot coffee and shy eyes interrupt his memories

She collects her wit; ‘sorry - that’ll leave a mark’

He loses his; ‘it already has’ 

So it begins