By David Aaron Greenberg




Happy Ending

A light bulb blows out

The phone doesn’t ring

I’ve got my suspicions

And you had your fists


I’m feeling creepy

I’m feeling blessed

I want to kiss you

Regardless the risk


Darkness stretches

Across your cheek

An incomplete sentence

Or something obsolete


Let me begin again


A narrative

In first person

With the last chapter

Missing in action


Where did our happy ending go?

Where did our once upon a time lead?


To afterhours bars

And new spots to cop

Empty parks

And public bathrooms


Times Square

Astor Place

Or those exotic stops


The bodega

At Third & C


It’s the same old scene

Cigarettes and scary dreams

Midnight sidewalks

And eyes of green


I hear you whisper

When I scream

I feel you breathing

Next to me


A suitcase of memory


Get this picture down

White underwear

An empty glass

A door without a keyhole


I’m half a word away

And I’m not sorry


A shift in weight

That took a thousand years

To properly name



Seen in Rome

On a Vespa

Or in New York

On a skateboard


But no one’s got

A good idea

To paint on a ceiling



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Copyright © 2015 David Aaron Greenberg