Bouts-Rimes Revisited; Meeting the Bar
over at d’Verse Poets
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he asked me to stay
and then he just sits
staring at a screen to play
some computer game, battle wits
with other cyber-nerd misfits
we live like some tv comedy
there’s even a neighbor who flits
in and out to share the tragedy
of her life but never looks me in the eye
if I was really smart
I’d start to cry
mope and sigh as if he’d broken my heart
instead I write these words with a moan
while my heart slowly turns to stone