A Dark Night’s Reflection
 by John Patrick Robbins

She said.

“I can always tell you’re thinking of her whenever you’re sad”.

I felt no urge to reply I simply got off my ass to mix another drink.
I did so quickly then returned to Sara sitting beside her on the couch.

She took another sip and looked at me .

“Why can’t you just accept it’s over baby “?

“I hold no delusions sweetheart , I just have my moments even when I am here in present form I am gone all the same”.

I replied.

Sarah leaned against me as we sat there together.
The rain outside kept steady rhythm.
The darkness in the room was as beautiful as the woman I
was passing time with.

We didn’t need words to understand the emotions.

The night moved perfectly to the bed.

Later as we laid there together.

She said to me.

“I will never understand how a man so distant can be so passionate in bed”.

  “It’s all in the magic that is you sweetheart “.

“You’re so full of shit “.

Sarah replied.

We kissed and she rolled over on her side and went quickly off to sleep.

I stared at the ceiling listening to the rain outside.

I wondered did you have moments as these.
I was back from my brief detour.
As once again I was alone in my thoughts with you.


©2018 John Patrick Robbins


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John Patrick Robbins is often referred to as an outlaw poet, whose work is a glimpse into life’s darker side and often barroom based. He is also the author of “A Cold Beer Beats A Warm Heart”,  published by Alien Buddha Press, available on Amazon. He is also the editor and chief of The Rye Whiskey Review and Under The Bleachers .

His work has been published with Inbetween Hangover, The Red Fez, Spill The Words, Ramingos Porch, Your One Phone Call, The Outlaw Poetry Network, Horror Sleaze Trash, Ariel Chart, Boned Magazine, Academy Of The Heart And Mind, Piker Press, and also at his personal blog The Whiskey Writer. His work is always a hundred percent unfiltered.


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