on her turf.
Walking around downtown
between meetings
and of course I pass
her friend's bar.
She probably banged him, too.
My mind goes negative
because of the nothing
between her and me,
but in truth I just hurt
and miss her more
the more time goes on.
Being back in Kentucky
is triggering,
the river right there
and the cardinals looking on.
I wouldn't know Dale and Pat
if they punched me in the face,
but I can't help to think
of these invisible people
who have no idea
they are in poems
that will live forever.
I go in,
sit at the bar,
order charcuterie,
wish to meet someone
and bring them back
to my Marriott.