Today seems like

A melodious day,

A song that’s played

Across the street

Makes me want to

Leave my seat

And brunch halfway.

 

On my way,

I see a familiar man

Seated with someone

Who looked different than

His wife; He quickly looks

Away from me,

Making it obvious

That it wasn’t

The first time.

 

He should know

That I’d never pry,

Or act as a mere spy.

It’s his own decisions

That’d make him

Or his partner cry.  

 

I’m on the move,

To join some

Like-minded people groove

To the musicians’ jam session.

 

Two of whom were new,

Their trembling, anxious hands,

Duly sedated by the piano keys

And guitar strings,

Before the group began

To synchronously sing.

 

Their evocative tunes

Stimulated some embedded,

Old, muted memories,

Covered in tar,

Vibrate to the sound

Of the guitar.

 

Their main man

With a magical cloak

Lyrically spoke

Along with the instruments,

Sharing his sentiments

That soon developed

Into a song of guilt,

Echoing throughout

The street,

Urging someone familiar

With an undulating choice

To speedily retreat.  

 

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