By carmen
Date: 13 November 1998

Love Overheard

Bed springs squeak 
above my head.
I lie alone
and dread 
the moan
and shriek 
that I'll soon hear.
The ceiling
comes alive
with vibes
of lovers 
overhead,
overheard
by virgin ears 
below.
On my back
I stare above
listening to their love
wondering 
why it's her 
instead of me.