"Notes From The 13th Ceiling Aftermath"
The heat index today was 105
inside this cramped room
the bed unkempt, pillows askew
your scent lingers on the sheets
You left a note for me
taped to the fridge
scrawled in your handwriting
the words seem to jump off
the page
Last night was a wash
I left the bar as you came in
you had that little black number on
the one you swore you'd never
wear for me
Walking home alone
the cold November air
against my face
as a smile invades
the corners of my mouth
Words fly off the typewriter
at breakneck speed
you are at the bar now
nursing a Rum and Coke
Soon you'll be in the arms
of another handsome stranger
doing the things we used we
used to
long ago
You know I still do
turning your back
the shadows threaten
to swallow us whole
Close your eyes
the tides are coming
for you, my darling
beware the beacon
as the sirens blare
The waiting shore
opens her warm arms
as we watch
Whispering all the while
"let her bleed"
kicking up sand
It's over now
as tears stream
down my burning cheeks
you get up and leave
Inside, something breaks
my mind's spinning
I want you
but we can't ever go back
I love you
goodbye
Let me slowly fade to black
and allow the darkness
to slip through it.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
