Nocturne

Nocturne

 

Red wine

white russians

the blues

a dark bar cafe

in the rain; in the snow;

in the freakin' blizzard!

You w/o me; me w/o you

writing in our journals

separately

"let you see mine, if you let me see yrs"

No, I don't say that out loud.

I watch you

surreptitiously

between frantic scribbling.

I imagine the contours of

your life,

the one you fade into

when you're not here.

Is there someone there

you share journals with?

Laugh with over secrets?

I drink hysterically

laugh uproariously 

within my inner ear.

There is something about me

tragic, sweet, and true

that wants to know your story

be witness to your life.

Please, let me read yours.

Please want to read mine.

Yet again, 

we each leave alone

to witness others' lives

on the tv screen

and make magic love

in our separate dreams.