The Silences That Lay Between Us Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Another cathedral dreamed about of
You boudoir, as you serve
Drinks all night long underneath the vacant ceiling fans:
Yes, underneath the busied stewardesses that would
Fit you like a glove:
And I go to the movie theatre and look for you
In the celluloid—
And I drink to forget my senses, to find you like a cartoon,
To figure you out after school, pillaging at the end
Of vanishing rainbows that are now
In dispute over the baseball diamonds and the ice-
Cream trucks
Where I guess you never discovered me—
As now all of the silences that lay between us are in dispute.