LOVE Poem: Cues, by Olivia Murphy

In the bar, the girl next door
cute laughing and alone
it works if she never goes home

There’s Water in her shoes
There’s Knots in her hair
but who else sees what’s there?

Chasing the sun
singing the blues
waiting waiting for the cue

Now we’re sitting in the diner
late with decaf and french fries
Why won’t your gaze meet my eyes

Now I’m skipping town
trying not to drown
in the water in my shoes

Your perfect sweetheart
the role only works if we don’t go home
with who we are when we’re alone
To the holes in my pockets
and the crumbs on the counter
all the cracks in my heart–
Will you love me when I falter?

Can I be the girl you choose
with water in my shoes