After He Left
After he left I sat there staring at the floor
Contemplating something he had said in passing
Over the filet mignon and strawberry Kool-Aid (Don't ask)
(Well, alright, the cat broke the wine bottle and...oh, never mind)
It wasn't so much what he had said but how he had said it.
The candle has burned out, he observed
And sighed that little "Niles Crain" sigh that I loved
And detested at the same time
Well, I had noticed that we were sitting in the dark
But hadn't noticed why, you see.
Just thought to myself: Did the sun die?
And wasn't it alive when we sat down to eat?
Such a long meal. Such a looong boring meal
I had planned to tell him it was over
(The relationship, not the meal.)
But in all the chaos of the broken wine bottle
And the subsequent Kool-Aid offering and sneers
Pointed in my direction, I was momentarily undone
And when I had found my voice, it was only
To speak to empty air and darkness.
I heard the squeak of the front door as he slipped out
And hurried down the steps to the streets awash with rain
Yes, definitely. I said, The candle has burned out
And I lit what was left of the blackened wick,
And sat on the floor with my half filled flute.
Listening to Chet Baker, sick on that strawberry sweetness
I softly sighed, almost but not quite heart broken
But dull and accepting of fate
Yet hopeful, as always,
Like Frasier.
©by Voo
Oct 16, 2006
11:40 p.m.
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