the gardenia
that she sent backstage
he saw me looking
at him strange
and he averted my eyes
in the glare of the
footlights
trying so hard
to shrug off
my gaze
"look i know what
your thinking"
he muttered in
his musical voice
"she's the devil
to you
but she's what's left
of heaven
to me"
he slung his guitar strap
across his shoulder
covered his heart
and walked
into the shadows
one last time
(john)
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