adventures in dysthymia

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Together, a poem

Together

We could go out by ourselves,
together. You sit across from me
and listen to your own conversation
while I enjoy my company.

It shouldn’t be any more boring
than some dates you’ve been on, and lots
less stressful. Yes, let’s go out
together and ignore each other.

And at the end, we might nod
a friendly farewell — parting will be
neither sweet nor sorrow. But it
will be separate checks, please.

Stephen Brooke ©2016

the perfect date? :)

Addendum, next day: It occurred to me (in the middle of the night, of course) that this might be an idea for a song. Maybe I'll try to mess with that amid all the other projects taking up my time.

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