Saturday, March 28, 2009

doorways

I sit here and the only thing I can think
is "you're losing me."
Stare out the window, empire dims at midnight
I crave strong coffee, nicotine
and you

I kick stones
Toe loose dirt with sneakers
dusty with dry April
eyelashes catch the edge of sun
and I'm crying again

Do men really come to apologize
Do they realize mistakes too late
Do they hold boom boxes over their heads
You can play the piano
would you ever play for me?

I linger in your doorway
Lean against metal mailboxes
You live up these stairs
In the rooms where we made love
I am lingering in this doorway
Waiting for you to meet me half way

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