Captured like a soft sting, quick
Sharp and hidden in a white world
You feel that something’s wrong
Sorry?
Sorry is not a word
It does describe what’s occurred
And I know it’s not the right thing
To stop the night, to sit quiet, dream
Watching the dark move along in
Soft and flowered wrapped sarongs
Empty glasses, reflecting noise
Lights, brightened, hide the stars
Competes
Defeats a waxing moon
To cage souls within these bars
Forever lost to haunt this room
Never to try I just watch her go, leave,
Blend into the night she makes her escape
Out a door
While I, a fool
could have not loved her more
