We’re both all by ourselves

While the bands become
a playing heart,
the pieces shatter
like fused windows
that could never
become stained glass.

At our first meeting
I’ll ask to invert
that simple trust,
that certain woman
who’s eyes
can only display
what it was she knew,
while walking lonely
with only her thoughts
leading her down
these empty evening streets.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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