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Across the court yard The amorous twentysomethings Open their window for the first time They let the sun shine in - They do not believe in curtains - They let the sunshine in He is Adonis She is Mona Lisa I hate them so much It’s five in the morning Our child screams us awake Meanwhile, they sleep until noon Passing by the window I glimpse at the lovers entwined “Not tonight” you yawn Our friends are laughing About what, we cannot tell All we see is their love He brings her breakfast in bed Maybe it’s a birthday present? I suggest Or he ******* up, bigtime - you reply cynically They’ve become background noise Only witnessed in passing Or referenced in our idle conversation A few weeks have passed Their room is empty and still We almost forget they were ever there She sits on her bed and stares at nothing She has not moved for hours – A lonely still life Adonis is waning His eyes are sinking, and he’s losing hair He’s become a walking skeleton He does not move much these days All of the time, she waits by his side For whatever comes next I keep telling you That he will soon recover I have to believe this He's sitting up today Telling jokes and laughing, She's cracking that famous smile The room is now full With what must be family and friends Saying their goodbyes She is being cradled by, I think, her mother – or aunt We weep along The guests are now long gone The silence settles like dust She holds his hand while he fades Soon, it will be just her (and us) Left in this quiet room Alone
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
Short Poems about Our New Neighbors (8/30)
Across the court yard The amorous twentysomethings Open their window for the first time They let the sun shine in - They do not believe in curtains - They let the sunshine in He is Adonis She is Mona Lisa I hate them so much It’s five in the morning Our child screams us awake Meanwhile, they sleep until noon Passing by the window I glimpse at the lovers entwined “Not tonight” you yawn Our friends are laughing About what, we cannot tell All we see is their love He brings her breakfast in bed Maybe it’s a birthday present? I suggest Or he ******* up, bigtime - you reply cynically They’ve become background noise Only witnessed in passing Or referenced in our idle conversation A few weeks have passed Their room is empty and still We almost forget they were ever there She sits on her bed and stares at nothing She has not moved for hours – A lonely still life Adonis is waning His eyes are sinking, and he’s losing hair He’s become a walking skeleton He does not move much these days All of the time, she waits by his side For whatever comes next I keep telling you That he will soon recover I have to believe this He's sitting up today Telling jokes and laughing, She's cracking that famous smile The room is now full With what must be family and friends Saying their goodbyes She is being cradled by, I think, her mother – or aunt We weep along The guests are now long gone The silence settles like dust She holds his hand while he fades Soon, it will be just her (and us) Left in this quiet room Alone
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
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