Falling Through Last Night

Sitting in the Backroom.
Taking off your sun dress.
Staring in the mirror with
This smeared makeup face looking back.
What happened to you?
Last night was a blur.
Did you end up going downtown?
I found myself dancing.
In the middle of a park.
Without my shoes on.
I hear the phone ring.
It wasn't you.
I now subscribe to the news.
What do I do?
But wait for you on the edge of my bed.
Staring down low to the floor.
I see the pile of cloths I tried on.
I curled up on them like my cat.
And feel myself relaxing,
Starting to fall asleep.
To sleep, to sleep...

Mar 23/12




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Location:Wentworth St,Winnipeg,Canada