In a world of beautiful women

We were both sitting
In a little non-descript bar
Where the loneliness
Hung heavily in the air
Like cigarette smoke.

In nearly drunken conversation,
You said you were
Sadly obsessed
By girl named Erica
Who turned into
A mythical dream and disappeared
Like Daphne into a laurel tree.

And I felt
Like we were brothers
In a world of beautiful women
Who fly away
Like untamed exotic birds
Which men can never cage.

And the bartender
Turned up the radio:
“The trouble is,
That you’re in love
With someone else,
It should be me,
It should be me! ”*

(c) Uriah Hamilton

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