Shop sitting, glassware twinkling, having the worst news of my life
delivered by the girl I convinced myself would love me most
As darkness be pain in what we experience
- close my eyes on a lecture I’d give -
to which you did such wrong
More the loneliness of the day

*

Them terrible songs about love and trite passion
off into the frost -
into the night
bolting so and more you have to hold to.
“There were candles in windows and children who breathed
upon the glass ...”
I think over and over
while in pause of watching your waiting;
waiters-as-tasked-angels below the television lights
sitting at the smallest table in the most false bar in the world;
bring about some wisdom
bring about some pain
my eyes plead in their direction:
some bring-abouts of chance and understanding to the grown
man awaiting her news to finish.

*

To walk shaking and
numb into the outside night.
“Drop-down the page in your hand...” is what is written hours later
some silly note you keep in the wallet of a better portrait
pretended to paint and pose as the only one who can
A drawing of the life we should have now
(for you, this only one who can)
“And never as the never was and
we can never be as we were together now.”
Speaking low and rushing past parked cars steaming.

*

Rambling in the cold outside the shop. Stabbing chill of
an Atheists broken soul I didn’t know I possessed.

*

“Now is only what everything could have been...”
runs endlessly in my head
“If not but for the ten minutes-
the ten words
before.”

*

If not for everything
and everything I had heard.

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 01/13/2010 02:01AM by Lennonwolf.

Fixed the formatting! Looks easier to read now, lol

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 01/13/2010 02:01AM by Lennonwolf.