As a Steel Guitar Moans in the Background

When it's closer to closing time, I will try
To make sense of what she has said, Words
About heartache, hers or mine? Words
About need, about seeing inside, as if
Granted a comic-book hero's vision,
And seeing a heart (which isn't hers)
In pain, and pining to soothe it some way.
She is grasping my hand and saying, “Let's
Leave.” I don't know where we're going
Or what we will do, and I don't know whose
Lover is being erased. Possibly two of them.
I'll let her lead, and I'll forgo establishing
Sense in her words, as it is, but it's not,
Closing time.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-07-13 at 00:48

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