Nail Polish On The Sheets

She sits quiet on the bed
And watches him string his guitar
Shirt off and his muscles straining
As he turns the pins
Her hand slips
And she realizes she has spilled
A little bit of her nail polish on the sheets
She puts the cap on and sets the bottle to the side
Her toes half done
And watches him pull the guitar up to his chest
And play a few notes
She instantly realizes it as a Leonard Cohen song
But can’t remember which one until he starts to sing
His voice is cracking
And she gets up to get him some water
But he senses what she is doing
And waves her off
His playing and his singing smooth and she sits back down
And at this moment more than any other moment
She knows that this is what he is meant to do
And she wishes
Really wishes that she had one thing
In her life that she could be so sure of
Until then
She might just float through this life
And that might be okay
At least for today

Poem by Death by Cartoon
Photo by Marco Soellner


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