She’s gone.
Temporarily
Forever
Finding me
Here alone on the couch in
The middle of
Another Sunday afternoon
With my good friends
The Clan Macallan
& Warren Zevon
Reminiscing about all
Of the old days & all of
The best days past.
Yet, perhaps it’s all
Just an illusion
Or maybe it’s just the sounds
That bring us all back to
To the land of
Stark raving reality from
The momentary
And marked passing
Of punk poetry, slam dancing
And black leather jackets.
As Warren says to me
“Life Will Kill Ya”
And Macallan says to me
No worries my good son
“Drink up”
For she will soon
Return with
The love that you
Gave her
And your
Foolish, sentimental heart
In her pocket
“Too”
_______________
R.M. ENGELHARDT
From “The Resurrection Waltz”, 2013
R.M. ENGELHARDT 