There’s something goin’ on
and on, and on like a bouncing
ball from the ping-pong table.

I’ve tried to be a better version
and truth is, all matters can’t turn
grey with you.

The color on my cheek pops
on a shade of pretty pink, sinking
you deeper on my knees.

Our heartbeats on red, remembering
the first time we’ve met. Oh, my eyes
like a shotgun aimed at you.

Bang! Bull’s eye and us.
An empty bench can never be
empty again.



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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