How could one blame

A vulnerable man onstage

Head titled into

His own chest

Sweating like blood,

With each plucked string,

Each escaping breath,

Nervously coming to terms

With a lost love and

A broken heart

And when she hears

That same song

Playing on the radio,

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She will have a

Stemless glass in one hand

Him in the other

And instead of hearing

Music, she hears silence

No, he is farther away

Than she ever thought possible

Somewhere across frequencies

Across fields of decibel

Just maybe,

Just hopefully,

Across someone else's mind.

03/17/2010

Posted on 03/17/2010
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