Sometimes
A song plays one thing
And I hear another
Sometimes
It plays
"Blackbird singin' in the dead of night"
And I hear Brawn teasing
And I can't help but laugh
Sometimes
Missy Higgins is singing
And all I hear is Marae
Singing with her hair hanging down over the guitar
Her feet are barefoot
And blackened
And there are grapefruits rotting in her car
Which she is happy about
Sometimes
John Schmidt is playing the piano
But instead of my empty apartment
While I'm home during the day
I feel Emily close by
And think of writing missionaries
And trying to survive being lonely
Together
Sometimes
It plays one song
And I hear another
Songs I will never hear on the radio
Songs I used to hear at two in the morning
In the Terrace lobby
After we had gotten Brawn drunk on sleep deprivation
And he would play us his heartaches
And crushes
And I would think of mine
Somewhere
There is a place
Reserved for two
I found mine
Marae found hers
Emily found hers
I wonder
Sometimes
About Brawn
Is he still waiting?
I like this very much.
ReplyDeleteWhen I read the title, I thought it would be about your little Pandora about to come out of her box. :)
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