Sunday Night

The wine never got drunk,
the girl who whispered in my ear
about hair pulls and purrs
never showed up,
The music never got turned up
that book never got opened
My loneliness decided to stay
to keep me company,
And this madness is here staring at me
from under my coffee table
these words continue to waltz lazily
Across my paper.

By Kristofer Koerber

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