Porch Pessimism

[jmbrown772]

I sit alone at a party.
One full of people, music and fun.
I think of your hearty
Nails on my neck like a gun.
There is a guitar in the mix
Of sounds scrobbling my ears,
Through windows un-fixed
Though, I think of my fears:

I think of you,
I think of your silk fingers.
I think of you,
I think of opera singers.

Happy times in the other room,
And I’m on the

Comments

[afranklin3]

Sweet poem.