Accompanied by dying piano in a fragile room

Do I realize the lives that we consume

A violent direction of whispered lip

Toward the door and a shivering nip

And the lights shut leaving us to fend

The Discordia of a friendship’s end

 

It was almost lost, to a naïve first kiss

Stuck in the euphoria once thought so bliss

No, it was not lost, rather, it was stolen

Though beautiful moments, rusted, neither golden

 

How I trusted that room, artificially chilled

How I wish the moment was immediately killed

By the slam of a door, or two, or three

Three times a harm, stupid: me

 

See my distaste? Mindless of clarity?

A fear so foreign, so-a panicked, a rarity

Point blank to failure, during distinctive demise

My fault, you see, to be lost in those eyes

 

Wide blue likes staring into foggy green sea

Nervous twice, wondering meant to be

My ego was hurt, he swooped in

I fell for it, for him. Condemn.

 

But no, friend, how much of a fiend

My words like bricks, the wall well reamed

An inferno of pity, of shame, disgrace

Did hit him full on, a slam in the face

 

That room was different, a miraged disguise

I saw his truth, all of his lies

That twisted mind, that dusty orange he gazed

My fate met, still, reason erased

 

That love was false, a sear to the head

That moment, a rock, something undead

Once I was told to shoot my shot

A strive upon, something I ought

 

As I have lived dimly, lit fear of failure

To assail the waitings of my endeavor

A love beautiful, beautiful, so fine

Will survive trials and unmatching rhymes

 

So a brave little me in a big big world

Lives coffee at six, book pages unfurled

He, stand before, smiles willingly at ease

For once, I feel lovingly at peace

 

Then out, a rush in a white-black reel

Leaves scribbling wildly, everything I feel

Dear love, I crave your mind

Your dreams, ambitions, about mankind

 

Your care exceeds my nervous little gait

When I realize you were worth the wait

You’re healthy for me, and you know I’m right

Trumpets and piano, jazz, sleep at night

Not “Because I love you”, but because I’ve witnessed it twice

And I know how you like your mochas iced