We met in a Bar

We met in a bar, in LA, in the sixties
You were playing your first gig,
I had not yet been born.
We touched by accident, on purpose,
As a demonstration,
There was a spark (the air was dry,
Electrostatics at play), we simply did not let go.

Wandering through cherry blossoms
I told you our story: we would meet once again,
Have three kids, last thirteen years.
Later, it would all be as if we never had met,
Except for three lives, heartache, endless what-ifs.
We would always love, always regret meeting,
Spiralling into extasy, conflagration, letting go.

The moment passed, the mirrors disaligned,
Our hands slipped… … …

You had to play an encore,
I had to get ready
To be born.






4 responses to “We met in a Bar”

  1. Bill Roper

    That’s nicely done.

    1. Sibylle

      Thank you! :-)

  2. dtiefling

    That’s really beautiful. Thank you!

  3. Sibylle

    Thank you!

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