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Evan Stephens
Poems
Apr 2019
In An Airport Bar
The airport
bar in Boston,
I'm sway
drunk
& holding
my glass as
if it's liquid
gravity.
She sits
next to me,
technically.
But she's
drifting away
like Orion into
unreachable
courts of evening.
Its a hard thing
to live with
someone who
loves you
less and less.
Rooms are
always empty
& loneliness
settles like
ash on the soul.
The heart
passes sentence
against itself.
Guilt's rapier
parries any
kindness.
Sometimes
I was desperate
and clawed
my way through
acres of gin.
It never
ended well.
But at that
airport bar
I first heard
a voice calling
from under the
scattered waves of
the alcohol sea
inside me.
It told me
the truth:
her love was
guttering
like a candle
whose wax
is fleeing
across the table.
Written by
Evan Stephens
44/M/DC
(44/M/DC)
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