Six Quarters

by Dewayne Allday
Sunday, September 21, 2008

I'm headed for church to

meet the drink machine,

in hopes to see

how his week has been.

I can't seem to remember when

I've felt so lonely inside.

The winds have blown

some change my way,

leaving my pockets

emptier than yesterday,

I was hoping today

I'd get to say "I love you".

I'm headed to church to

meet the drink machine,

in hopes to ask

about her music class.

It's been five sunsets

since I hugged her last,

and I miss her so much.

Six quarters in an

empty pocket,

a dollar-fifty

and a broken heart.

None of this even

begins to start

describing how much

I miss them.