Under My Coat

I kept your note in my coat, Folded small by the cuff. Ink bled once in the rain, still it said Enough. Arco bass under my ribs, that slow drag through The hall. I stood where your chair had been, Not brave at all. And I told myself it was only dust, Only wood, only string, only me, Not us. Don’t look at me like that. Don’t look at me like that. I break so easy. Don’t look at me like that. Don’t look at me like that. I kept it neatly. Prepared keys in the dark, Little screws in the felt. Every click held a day I never Told. Your name on the gallery wall, Bent in the glass. I heard it in the room, then it passed. And I told myself it was only air, Only steps, only breath, but you were there. Don’t look at me like that. Don’t look at me like that. I break so easy. Don’t look at me like that. Don’t look at me like that. I kept it neatly. If I reach, I may shake. If I speak, I may stay. So I leave my hand halfway. Oh, Bowie, come close. Tell the truth in a line. I was yours for a minute. You were mine. Don’t look at me like that. Don’t look at me like that. I break so easy. Don’t look at me like that. Don’t look at me like that. I kept it neatly. Don’t look at me like that. Don’t look at me like that. Just leave me Gently.