I have put this on another group.
Which I write under a pseudonym.
Ragtime - performative piece's
Isn't it funny?
[inhale]
that the place I now love the most…
I never brought you to?
[inhale]
[in one breath]
There’s no you on the seat,
no smile across the bar–
No tapping.
No trace.
[inhale]
...No essence of you.
The lights hum low,
as the saxophone sighs-
[wistful]
and for the first time in months.
[inhale]
I don’t feel watched
by a memory.
[exhale]
It's just strangers–
red wine and me
Listening to the sound
of someone else’s heartbreak.