Seb's pt. 2
By: Meghan Coley
Her hand within another’s soothing grasp
She enters on the scene of smoke and jazz
Unbeknownst to her the spell that has
Been cast over the place is hers to clasp
Down crowded stairs she stops, a silent gasp
Here stands a sign: familiar, blue, and as
The jazz grows louder still, thinks with pizzazz:
“This is his place.” A disbelieving rasp.
The new hand reaches out, and so she nears
The jazz’s lively heart – his heart that beats
Within the walls, through bodies that don’t know
Their hearts have beat apart for five long years.
Now here she stands, now finds a seat, and meets
His eyes which glow and ask, “Why’d we let go?”
La La Land (2016)
Her hand within another’s soothing grasp
She enters on the scene of smoke and jazz
Unbeknownst to her the spell that has
Been cast over the place is hers to clasp
Down crowded stairs she stops, a silent gasp
Here stands a sign: familiar, blue, and as
The jazz grows louder still, thinks with pizzazz:
“This is his place.” A disbelieving rasp.
The new hand reaches out, and so she nears
The jazz’s lively heart – his heart that beats
Within the walls, through bodies that don’t know
Their hearts have beat apart for five long years.
Now here she stands, now finds a seat, and meets
His eyes which glow and ask, “Why’d we let go?”
La La Land (2016)
All Text Copyright (C) 2023 Meghan Coley
