Poetry: An Apology

My head was turned

by the lyrics of life

that wailed from the black discs.

I gave up on your beauty,

Your gentle elegance and intelligent phrases

For the coarser sounds of

Sex and drugs and rock n’ roll.

We’re through you said

As you threw

Those bastard records, blasted

Into hundreds of pieces like your heart.

Years have passed –

Those black discs are gone and maybe,

I found you again

Like a long lost open book.