Domino

To John Waite

You’re not fooling anybody.

Even though I don’t believe a word

you say, your face still haunts my dreams.

My eyes flickering beneath their sheets,

my hand, reaching out to stop you from

dropping the phone again.

I follow you down that lonely sidewalk.

The scene where you flip your head carelessly

and keep your hands in your pockets.

The chorus clouds my sleep.

Each flicker becoming more tense, more unbearable.

Is this heartbreak overload?

The long distance line, the photographs—

I’ve been there. Let me help you.

More flickers, a thousand heartbeats.

My sub-conscious melting, my tears paint

the pillowcase as I grip the surface of my slumber.

Tears of loss, tears for you.

I don’t know about eighty-four. All I know

is right here, right now. You need me.

I’m afraid to think that I need you too.

I hate to see these number dialed,

words never spoken. It’s killing me tonight,

but I ain’t missing you at all.

22 June 2009