Balcony

Out between the balconies a dress

Still drying off the wet

The flowers have not yet

Raised their lowered heads back toward the sun

And the floral patterns run

Down hems carefully spun

And when she lays back down, you won’t be in the room

A passerby won’t look beneath his feet

At the way the windows weep

From the clothesline to the street

She says: Who’ll notice me unpin it or the song

That my heart had kept so long

For the right man and I was wrong?

It was a shame, do you remember? Yeah

It was a shame, do you remember her?

Did your hands get raw from trying to scrub the stain

With only suds going down the drain?

A streak of scarlet tucked away

And in the mirror, do you even recognize

The double-circles of your eyes?

Pull up the covers, blankets white