Roanoke

songs that played

 

You came over to play music,

melancholy and tired, you and I laid

down on the hardwood floor.

The piano played, the music stayed sad,

without reason you reached over

             we fell into my room,

Woke up and said goodbye softly

forgot each other again,

 

 

You must have gone back to her

 I must have gone back to the bottle

Who knows, who cares, what’s it matter anyway?

 

It was the only time you embraced me with need

I knew I knew why but I denied it,

I thought maybe it was the sad song

maybe it was the thought you’d gone astray

maybe I was just wrong, but I thought it anyway

The guitar played, the lyrics filled the living room

while we swayed in darkness, caressing without words

thoughtless, our lips touched, our hands held,

we pulled a part and came close again to that very

thin line,

in the end and we resided alone, lingering in our minds

laying upon pillows, satin soft,

staring out six different windows,

the moon, traffic lights, closed businesses

cocooning our sleep – til we woke, parted ways

                  what it was, was,  never of course

that deep.

Author's Note

anything will do

Reviews

[Brjden (Bridge-Den) Cre..]

Beautifully written! I really enjoyed the visuals and the beauty of what turned out to be a mirage possibly. I was lost of her feelings within it(I don't want to assume it's your story). Did this woman want more from this man? Was she satisfied with their single encounter? Did they remain friends?

I love the open-endedness of this piece. It gave great visuals but left me with questions that I really would like answered, which makes for a great write!

[cest la vie]

Wow, I feel like this was written about me.. Such a lovely piece. Full of sensuous nostalgia.
Truly a geat write.

[Emily B]

The coming together and falling apart are so lyrical in your telling. In the end, the reason doesn't matter all that much, it is one of those odd memories we tuck away for melancholy days. A mental photograph for reminiscence. It makes lovely poetry, though.

[Lauren]

Love it. So bittersweet, a imperfect romance that can't seem to end. I'm sure many can relate, myself included.

[Collodi]

Very melancholic piece with a hint of romantic resignation and gritty truth. Still, the image and the sentiment are well portrayed. Not much to add here. It captured a moment, a relationship, and an emotion well. Nice.

[W. A. Huffmaster]

This kind of reminds me of something I would write without the crude vulgarity. It is refreshing to see poetry that is well written and doesn't contain the words "f**k" or "w***e" in them. Good job.

[Ed Hart]

sad, when hearts to sadness go,
every race is to the slow...

[CarolinaBlu]

well wrought with raw emotions . . .

enjoyed muchly

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