Staccato

by Ewong
for the Sharp Islander

You sang in such a soft tone | Can’t look at the stars now

a line from an unknown song | that I couldn’t learn anymore

now that there is | no more reason | to sing since you left

I still don’t know what it was | that captured me | was it your

sweet, unassuming voice | your camellian eyes, your gift

for music | or was it the warmth | of your bosom against mine?

The night was passing | like a tourist in a strange land

and all I could do was count | the seconds | the minutes

the hours | and pray to them nameless gods | well,

including  Albert Einstein | that may this episode | this chance

encounter with you | never end | These days I look at lyric

sheets | and I hate myself | for singing those songs back then

when I first met you | For now they are all meaningless

without your strumming | without red wine or beer | or deathly

porcine cholesterol | without you | Now all I could do is sleep

all day, sleep all day | over and over | and over and over again

There’s a certain sadness in the endless pleasure a single night

brings  to us lonely people | Maybe the problem is | one of us

is more lonely | or the other is much less alone | Or is it

because both of us | can’t look at the stars now? | I know I sin  

And I know you sin  | But what I really want to do is sing  

all day, sing all day | over and over | and over and over again

But I had lost my tongue | will someone else please find my song?

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Poem has reference to these songs:
Stars (Grace Potter and the Nocturnals) and Sleep All Day (Jason Mraz)