Sounds Like...

Well, then, here we are. We played charades.
We didn't have much fun. The bar lights
And the rums and Cokes convinced me
That she looked like someone I keep trying
Not to love, and, for her, I was sweet revenge,
The polar opposite of the insurance man who
Chose to go. At 2:00 am, she took me home.
We groped and kissed as if we cared, and
Went to bed, and did the deed. It's morning
Now. She's on her feet. She has to go to
Work, she says. I have to leave. That's
Fine with me. The silence says what we
Have done will not be done by us again.
I trudge toward the nearest bus stop. She
Drives by. She doesn't wave. When I get
Home, I'll take a shower, have some
Breakfast, change my clothes, and
Tell myself I've never really liked to
Play charades.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-05-26 at 01:50

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