Saturday, October 4, 2003

Not Tonight

 

He came home

He smiled

Wryly

He did not see me

Not tonight.

In the soundproof

Walls of my

Heart

I cry out to him

He does not hear me

Not tonight.

I only need

A slice

Of nice

A morsel

Of empathy

Instead the wine

Of his misunderstanding

Drunkens me.


[2003]

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She dared not open her lips to speak. Her mouth was already full of his name.