We were both sitting <br />In a little non-descript bar <br />Where the loneliness <br />Hung heavily in the air <br />Like cigarette smoke. <br /> <br />In nearly drunken conversation, <br />You said you were <br />Sadly obsessed <br />By girl named Erica <br />Who turned into <br />A mythical dream and disappeared <br />Like Daphne into a laurel tree. <br /> <br />And I felt <br />Like we were brothers <br />In a world of beautiful women <br />Who fly away <br />Like untamed exotic birds <br />Which men can never cage. <br /> <br />And the bartender <br />Turned up the radio: <br />“The trouble is, <br />That you’re in love <br />With someone else, <br />It should be me, <br />It should be me! ”*<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-world-of-beautiful-women/
