The Apartment Is Dark
The apartment is dark. I like it that way. Through unshaded windows I look across the street. People there have lights on. I see them through curtains. A muscular young man Washes dishes with his wife. A woman drinks beer In the blue light of TV. On the top floor a mother, A daughter, a daughter: Three without men. Next door an old couple Smothers the fear Of who will die first. In a singles bar I meet a woman And have nothing to say. Too many times I have said the same things. I watch here in darkness, In the peace of aloneness, And think about me, And think about you. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use. Audio and Video Music: Drops of Earth. |