Only Eighteen


There was a rubber glove floating around the pool
and although it was summer, the air was cool.
blood was prominent on the index finger
several days removed, the feeling stayed to linger.

At first, I was afraid to go near the back deck
with the fear of falling, I was too weak to check.
but then I grew the strength to search the water
in it were the smiles of his wife, son and daughters.

I picked up the pool skimmer to get rid of the past
scooped up the glove, convinced the pain wouldn't last
shoved it under the deck, and ran away from the scene
there lie our smiles; today, I was only eighteen.

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