The Fencepost

A fencepost on an empty street
It sits and waits while their fingers meet.
No one else ever leaned against it,
No one else ever made it cry
A wooden post left of the mail box-
Leave it there where all can see.

Sometimes a cat might scratch upon it
Once her mother weeded 'round it.
The days grew long and still it stood there,
A monument to that first touch.

A hallow pole replaced the fence post.
Just the other day, her father tore it down.
He raised there up a chain-link prison
In hopes that it might keep her in.
But that fence post found its way
Into the junkyard of her heart.

Sometimes a cat might scratch upon it
Once her mother weeded 'round it.
The days grew long and still it sat there,
A monument to that first pain.

A white washed fencepost re-erected
Not too far from the spangled banner.
He glanced into her clouded eyes
Within them he thought he caught a glimmer.
And they spoke for hours about dinner,
Before he caught her crimson lips.

Sometimes she thinks about that fencepost,
About her mom who weeded 'round it,
But that day she finally might discard it
Will make a sign to that new love.