Lying beside me
is myself.
I pull my hand to my face
and see no ring.
I turn over
and look at the light bulb.
A fly shares my sight
as he tries to find greater meaning.
It will be his sure death.
I shoo him to the window
to save him from his fate,
and allow myself some peace.
I look out and
see a city that can’t sleep.
I see a lovely lady
sittingon a bench by the park.
The moonlight is reflecting
off her satin white dress.
I look at my hand again
and there is still no ring.
I see myself sitting by her
talking in lunar's sultry view.
Who am I fooling?
I close the window
to go back to my wretched muse.
A spider crawls down the wall,
and I jump back slightly.
I look down and see my feet.
They have crooked little toes.
I wiggle my toes.
My feet carried me
to where I am right now.
They can surely carry me
to where I want to go.
I am putting
on my dancing shoes
to enjoy
what the city has
to offer me tonight.
Self pity will have to wait for another night.
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