In the other
room I hear the
song, and I know
it, it’s slight
and afar,
interrupted,
yet there.
I put my drink
aside, I stand.
around me,
a party
I beg pardon,
I move
interrupted.
Let’s dance,
I don’t but
I watch,
I take time
and I weight
the comfort of
now,
with my song,
interrupted.
I’ve yet to decide
but I’m closer,
the door vibrates
in an instant all
heres and theres
nows and thens
condense
in the drums
and the snares
and the hums
and the flares
of the song,
interrupted.
I take a step
back and I leave
the possible music
unsung and I take
my last drink.
soon I’ll forget
and I’ll dance and
play, and I’ll sway
to other songs,
from here
not alluring
but not interrupted.
