Glenn Lyvers Poetry Site

Mistaken

Your perfect “Angel” left again. She turned
left and turned around and left. You remember now
don’t you, your “Angel” has a name—
it isn’t “Amanda.” You recall,

“She walks in beauty, like the night,”
and all the other lines of crap—you can’t remember
“Cheryl!” She didn’t even look surprised

you said it. You called her Amanda. Remember
Amanda, how she left you? She turned left
and turned around and left—
sound familiar?