Nov 7

Nov 7 SPOTLIGHT SUBMISSIONS - Poetry by Paige Divon of Philadelphia ★

My Favorite Song

I plug into the aux to play you a song.

My favorite song if being exact.

Every time it came on we sang along.

Today though, I wish somehow I could backtrack.

You learned to play it on the guitar.

You then played it, and we both sang along.

Now when I hear that song, it opens up a scar.

Showing you my favorite song was where I went wrong.

You bought us two tickets to the bands show.

So we could hear my favorite song live.

Only I wish we could have missed it though.

It’s a memory in my unwanted archives.

Now when I hear that song I don’t sing along.

It makes me think of you and all that went wrong.

1:30 A.M. it’s hot- two men stand in front of the corner store, yelling and fighting begins.

hands go up, but it's too late, the man reveals a gun- two shots.

In the middle of the party either trying to act cool or forget him she heads towards the bottle and takes two shots.

A famous celebrity known by everyone but her own self steps on the red carpet and fakes a smile for two shots.

30 seconds left in the basketball championship game,

he runs down the court dribbling the ball ready to take two shots.

A cancer patient body aches and cries for help,

she rolls up her long sleeve shirt and takes a deep breath, preparing herself for

two shots.

All eyes on her, she takes a breath and walks onto the stage the aspiring actresses knows that she will only get one shot.