coffee gone acrid in the pot
poured into sink,
paper folded on table by
empty breakfast plates,
i popped a warm beer
sipped that instead
i am going to the racetrack
she bent in pale nightgown
you don’t belong there
thirty dollars in the pocket
closed door went to sharp
lit Rabbit out front,
it started first time
radio sparked with static
twisted dial found a station
(you do not belong there)
i should of responded i can
do what i like but avoided
the argument,
instead it became internal
an argument with myself,
music playing
[Kansas sang this is my beginning ]
maybe it was
(i love you)
i knew she did her face expressed
it all
[Tomorrow holds my hand ]
would it really be there
conversation with her inside
me and radio increased
it irritated me that Kansas
had changed,
(don’t i make you happy)
yes you do very much
my head felt messed up
finding it hard to decipher
what was song , her or me
[Yesterday is dead and gone]
no i could not let it go
from when i first touched
her face 7 years ago
i knew
(don’t i make you happy)
she had been down and
i had been blind
[Buried in the sand ]
that was true i had placed
myself there avoiding what
[the vision stands before me ]
yes she was and i feel that
now,
i had dropped off the interstate
pulled over and wanted to
hit the steering wheel but pain
was not needed,
[and now there is nothing else ]
i hear you
i shouted at the radio,
sometimes a song can place a
reality in you,
tires bit into blacktop
turned about,
moments to return
parked at angle to sidewalk,
ran up the path to the door
opened quickly
dishes washed away
heard no radio
only her singing in the shower
shouldered open door
into steam hot mist
she startled as i took her in
my arms and held her
as if for the first time
of an eternity
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