Poetry

I Need You to Stay

We drove home late from the concert–

brother and sister

–into a dark quiet rippled only by streetlights

and our excited talk.

 

Half-past midnight, you strongly contended

one of the songs was a cry to God,

but I felt you’d overthought the lyrics.

 

To me, the words

referred to nothing

more than a girlfriend

 

–both of us fixating,

I realize now,

on whatever ideas

felt furthest away at the time.

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