out of sync

plug in

check out

to another place

the white chord

lets us know

not to talk

silent

while eyes do not see

the world in front

but the place

the song takes us

my beats are in

time with my feet

walking up the hill

not off to mundanity

but of a life of

glamour

stuff fantasies are made off

physical self here

on this damp pavement

but soul firmly in

love’s unrequited arms

my dream state shattered 

when I reach the building

pull out the chord

the music-less tension

hangs in the air

jarring with your face

like a discord

we can barely muster

a half-smile

the space in time our eyes

hold just wafer thin

turning our shoulders

like strangers

bereft of

not even a twinge

of regret or guilt for you

nearly forgetting 

last week we were

embracing lovers

now colder than ice

later I walk home

put on my earphones 

letting music wash over

and slip away

to somewhere 

you cannot reach me

Reviews

[Robin]

"but the place
the song takes us"

a heart song finding its rhythm again ..