Maybe, I'll get It Right

Thomas W Case



She carried his cards and letters,
bundled with a rubber band,
in her yellow raincoat.

He stood on the motel roof,
watching the freeway paint the night,
headlights begging the question,
Will I ever get it right?

She mumbles from below.
Depends if you take the right exit
and feed that mutt that you've been ignoring.

She chuckled, fragile as exotic china.
He wanted to catch that laugh,
eat it,
and let it nourish him.

He traced the lines of his face
in a rain puddle,
dreaming of mountains that needed climbed,
thinking maybe
he could fix one fucking thing
before the sun went down.

  • Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 27th, 2025 18:02
  • Comment from author about the poem: Thank you for stopping by. I just posted a new long video reading from Aluminum Cowboys along with a few gritty vignettes I wrote recently. Watch the video here: https://youtu.be/QzS2hIl5HOU Check out my book, Aluminum Cowboys: Poems and Short Stories, and my other recently published books on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Aluminum-Cowboys-Poems-Short-Stories/dp/B0G33PDHBJ/ref=sr
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Friendship, Tristan Robert Lange
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  • Friendship

    Well written, Thomas, your poem explores themes of longing, introspection, and the search for meaning in the chaos of life. It captures a moment of connection between two individuals, juxtaposed with personal struggles and the yearning for resolution and clarity.

  • sorenbarrett

    A beautiful poem a character description. So nicely done Thomas

    • Thomas W Case

      Thank you. Much appreciated.

      • sorenbarrett

        You are welcome Thomas

      • orchidee

        Good write Tom. You got it right now? lol.

        • Thomas W Case

          yes....thanks, my friend.

        • Tristan Robert Lange

          Thomas, this hit me hard. There’s a quiet desperation running through it…not theatrical, just human. The ache of wanting to fix even one small thing before time closes in feels painfully real. That last turn stays heavy. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛



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