Raleigh,4: 50 A.M. Poem by David DeSantis

Today I sat
by a pool.
A vacation from the stresses
of the reality I face.
And a face
it played
in my mind like a record,
skipping
distorted
but more than I wanted.

She is not mine
She will not be
she was mine
and I shall not have
everything
and anything
that I ever needed...

Facebook-
I'm
deleted
and
a boyfriend
shares her picture.

I gaze like a voyeur
in a film
that I should not.

but peering
at this hour
for the first time
in months
are tears
and the picture
that I somehow witness.


this is reality:

a pun
of a play
of a game
that I lost.