I Made A Mistake - Poem by Charles Bukowski
I reached up into the top of the closet
and took out a pair of blue panties
and showed them to her and
asked 'are these yours? '
and she looked and said,
'no, those belong to a dog.'
she left after that and I haven't seen
her since. she's not at her place.
I keep going there, leaving notes stuck
into the door. I go back and the notes
are still there. I take the Maltese cross
cut it down from my car mirror, tie it
to her doorknob with a shoelace, leave
a book of poems.
when I go back the next night everything
is still there.
I keep searching the streets for that
blood-wine battleship she drives
with a weak battery, and the doors
hanging from broken hinges.
I drive around the streets
an inch away from weeping,
ashamed of my sentimentality and
a confused old man driving in the rain
wondering where the good luck
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