Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Made Up My Mind

From the hotel window I could

See him crossing the street below.

No umbrella, rain soaked him good,

All wet, a fitting way to go.

If he had had his way I'd be

Going with him, but not my way.

And the last words to him from me

Was telling him go, but I'd stay.

To go with him I took a pass.

But was I making a mistake?

As raindrops hit the window glass,

The tears came as my heart did ache.

And then his taxi disappears,

All blurry through the rain and tears.