musical chairs

she played a song for me
and asked me how it was.
did i tell her my heart exploded?
i just smiled and went home.

there is something about
the ashen confetti of lost love
that rains down on you
hanging above your heart for an extra beat
in the solitude of rooms with history

life has come down to borrowed songs
and images of b grade disaster movies.

meanwhile somewhere on a terrace
littered with the day's dust
the moon looks down in a drunken haze
and bats flap their wings in ecstasy
something sinks.stinks.
blinks.and goes on.
the stillness of the air
tires of itself.concocts a breeze
stiller than the night.and smiles.

a dream will stay.just a moment longer.
a now familiar song will guide you there
promising love and confetti
and hues of unknown hopes.

i will see her again tomorrow.
and smile and tell her its a great melody.