Charles Malcolm


Another Poem That Isn'T About Her - Poem by Charles Malcolm

The bartender smiled
like a death in the family
and poured me two shots
and passed me two beers.

She knew what was best
but had a job to do.

Once more around the park.

I ascended into the darkness
chin to sternum
and sat
and drank
alone.

'Stop looking, '
I said to myself,
and I did.

I was discovered
after twenty minutes
or so,
but I didn't look.

I didn't even think about her
until right now.

Topic(s) of this poem: loneliness


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 8, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 5, 2015


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