disarmed

 

i see a man
at a bar
around closing time

he's alone
but so is she

pretty
and with
a shimmering sadness

their eyes
have been whispering
but he knows
he can't go to her

the storm is mighty
and he's barely
holding on
to those near him

there's simply
no room
for another

he can't leave
though
without touching her

once

so he gives her
all he can

a smile

it disarms her
but he knows
she'll feel it later

in the sheets
perhaps

yes

in the moments
before sleep
may she hear him

fear not
my love

we are
of the living