Wednesday, April 10, 2013

off San Pedro Ave. (Day 10, NPM)

I've lost it now
saw you once
then kept trying
to find you

2nd floor hallway,
no one really fitting in the apartment
the neighbors bribed with beer
to allow the racket.
you perched in the back
with your sticks and bass pedal

we did and continue to avoid
each other's eyes.
though now you are truly not
going to be mine

I should have known
after all we worked at being an omission
in the other's life, a blur

even acknowledging this,
i remember the click of pool tables
the slick walkway to my garage apartment
the moon's light across your face
your eyes wanting me

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