Laura Poem by Elizabeth Jordan Heinbuch

It was through folded notes we spoke
Through long letters we wrote
we got close.
I thought i really got to know
all the secrets you wouldnt show
to anybody else
Even if i couldnt even
Approach you all by myself.

We laughed through written expression
How you recalled a contrary impression
but i understand now the conceptions
which led to those conclusions
No- There is no confusion.
We spoke so delicately
Of the rift and the rivalry
between your conditional family
The loves you've lost
But have you left your lovers,
Laura?
Are you still sleeping w/ girls
Underneath the covers-
Are ya?

You recorded all of your fav bands
On a blank CD
Grasped in shaking nervous hands
across a field so soggy
Taped to a tiny love letter
You handed it to me.
I would listen everynight
laying in a low lamplight
just singing along to the saddest song.
And it's ironic really,
How well it fits the feeling
and how the story
fits ours so fully-
Oh, who am i fooling?

It's the same damn melody
It's the same damn tragedy.

I told you i would meet you there
then maybe we could talk
It wouldve been the first time
I wouldve seen you as you are.
There you were across a crowded room
behind a velvet veil of smoke and gloom
But i couldn't get to you.
Kept back by a boy
Latched to my lips
But really...
I'm just laughing at him...

Musicians behind microphones
there's no where to be alone
but i wanted you....
Oh, I wanted you....
to know....
I was sorry.
I am sorry.

So it's just another hidden glance
back at a ruined romance who stands
By the theatre door
she looks just the way i remember her:
Laura-
Just like a little girl.