the view from where I'm standing

that moment between the two of you
is burned into my mind
like the seven second movie
I caught on my camera
when nobody was looking -
when I wasn't supposed to see...

you called her strange little names
that she showed no fondness for
there were no giggles at the sight of you,
no clutching at your shirt
to pull you closer
and
when you did lean in
your eyes were shining
but only because they were glazed over.

so you poured your heart out anyways
gone with no speakers
sharp teeth in the light
that came through
those grey city windows
closed eyes crooning
holding onto guitars and
gently cradled microphones

like women
like you hold her delicate arms
under white sheets in the moonlight
while I watch through the keyhole
of your bedroom door
curtains billowing
in the nighttime summer breeze...