Inspired by the Voice of Nina Simone

black incense
in a smoky room.
dark.
grey.
silence meets sound
as blues
cruise
through the atmosphere.
velvety voice swirls around melodic piano
and
rhythmic drum.
nothing more.
honest words from the mouth of a woman
scorned
by life itself.
she feels
causing me to feel.
we see eye to eye
in this dimly lit place.
we
feel the same tonight.
she,
left lonely by the love she once called her own
me
leaving lonely the love that called me his own.
alone we are.
never by choice,
only by circumstance.
i see no one else
here
except the two of us.
spotlight quietly lights her
caramel skin.
she is like me.
i am like her.
torn.
worn.
tired.
lovesick.

don't speak; this is our song.