Submissions by NoahNeptune

Lemons on the tree
that cause no one to pucker
sit rotting in the rain
on stormy Sunday.

Well worn flip flops
still carry your tired feet
as you move slowly through
your no one to speak to world.

Vague, infrequent memories
of making love; you would
rather just be touched
in all the aching places,

much kinder... and safer
than the risk of another
breaking heart, long worn
like a thick terry robe

but without the comfort or warmth
or the ability to soak up
the wetness
of your lonely tears.

Standing here
At the end of the bar,
Wine glass in my hand.
My eyes are red
And you can see their sadness,
But I just don’t understand.

Why won’t you come over
And talk to me?
I want to be a part of you
(You all seem so happy)
But I just don’t know
What to do.

I’ve got these silent, withdrawn,
Barroom blues
     Again.
Don’t know how I can
Go on anymore,
I think it’s the end.

I’ve got these silent, withdrawn,
Barroom blues
     Once again,
And no matter what happens,
It seems like
I just...