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Where Nobody Knows You Go
by Ken HarnischLet me drag you away from the window
Everyone but you at this soiree
Knows he isn’t coming back
And I’m the one who’s been drafted
To give you the terrible news.
Your girlfriends worry after you
And won’t admit they themselves
Have fallen low for scoundrels
But it’s only when you see another’s
Fall from grace that it all hits home
He didn’t leave a note, I know
But such is this twittering world
That no one knows penmanship anymore
And if he did scrawl something
I’m betting he misspelled half the words
So what would you be left with
But a badly written Post –it
And years from now, when your
Children are rummaging through your
Attic, they might wonder about you
How could a woman so smart,
They’d ask themselves, be so
Lame about falling in love with
A simpleton who couldn’t
Even write and say goodbye.
And the funny thing is,
Deep down, where nobody
Knows you go, you’ll be wondering
Why these inquisitive children
Aren’t his, the way you planned it
I know you can leave this window easily:
Proof of that is the way you take my hand
And glide quietly back with me to share a drink
But we both know you’ll be here tomorrow
Drawing hearts again on the foggy glass
02/01/2012 Posted on 02/01/2012
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Vivienne Grant on 02/01/12 at 02:05 PM Ken ~ I love this ... the piece flows like an easy, intelligent conversation.
The reference to modern social media, how it has affected the survival of good penmanship, a pet peeve of my own, along with people who cannot (will not be bothered to) master the art of spelling.
Bravo. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/01/12 at 02:14 PM Don't we all have that spot Ken that no one knows about? That spot of disconnection to all but those few we store inside in rooms no one else has entered. Good write sir. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 02/01/12 at 05:39 PM I could hear him (the voice) thinking every last one of these lines at that party. It just makes me think how kind he is, to make such observations and still take her hand gently to lead her back to reality. |
| Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 02/01/12 at 06:16 PM This broke my heart - for my friends, for me - for everyone standing at the window. Thank you for writing a piece that is so lovely and hopeful with the pain of what was/what is/what will be... Now... I've got to figure out how to go back to work and focus - while my heart hurts... I hate when a piece does that to me. :) ~N |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/02/12 at 04:09 PM I really like how this begins and ends at the window - the words "foggy glass" kind of say it all. I like how you and your friends' concerns for this person are expressed, along with her probable ponderings. I also like the mix of past, present, future. Nicely done. |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 02/09/12 at 04:02 AM Brilliant Ken. Simply brilliant :) |
| Posted by Carolyn Coville on 08/13/12 at 06:49 PM I don't know how you write these pieces that are so heartbreaking yet so beautiful at the same time, but I'm glad you do. I'm also glad there are people like you to pull those away from the window. |
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