saturday afternoon matinee
I first saw you in a movie
your lines were well rehearsed
an unforgettable voice
repeatedly calling my name
as much I wanted to return
I couldn’t bear to see you again
knowing your lines
(though well rehearsed)
were never meant for me
in my dreams
we meet frequently
but it was always
a one-sided conversation
one that I can no longer
bear to repeat
I’ve since come to understand
we were never really there
and I was always left
to my own devices
uttering words sometimes
meant to be written down
other times simply regrettable
may two thousand eighteen
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Love the delusion… I think I have felt this a few times… remember I felt that I thought Sade sang only for me…(and every other person)
Thank you for commenting on this piece, and I can certainly relate to what you’re saying. There is much delusion in this world and undoubtedly will continue until the end of time.