bar — vln, vc, pno
It was late. Her light was the only light That could be seen from the street below. I held a bouquet of roses, standing in her doorway, a useless grin on my face. She smiled sympathetically And looked away. Last night I drank until my head Roared with black thunder. I staggered home, feeling lost. Two dogs whispered gossip to each other. Somewhere sirens wailed like ghosts. I laid down on my floor And watched the ceiling fan spin When it wasnʹt on. When the days pile up, like neglected dishes In the sink. I start to panic, Lost in the dark rooms of my imagination. She sounds very bored when we talk. Every smile a secret sneer. My brain whirls like a table‐saw.