John Eleven Thirty-Five

I cried yesterday.
Sobbed.

Wailed.
Bawled my eyes out.

Howled into the moon.
Sniveled.
Whimpered.
Squalled.

Mewled and bleated.
Lamented.
Grieved.
Mourned.

Blubbered like a baby.
Turned on the waterworks.
Bemoaned.

I wept
For you.

Published by Derrick Engoy