I was her bass player
a little vignette
dancing queen from Abba
while she riffed on Springsteen
my home town
time that changes
no longer how her life goes
like when she was a child
in her daddy’s arms
I played the bass
as she explained her losses
the hurts that bind to sorrow
losing her way to find a home
hinting yet not exploring
how she had failed to grow
& after the gig
I picked up my bass amp & leads
made my way to the underground
never to hear from her ever again
understanding lovers
they love you when they love you
your back beat makes the sound
but forget so easy
when you’re not around