When He Left it all to Me

budsmith:

Robert Vaughan with a poem

Originally posted on The Miscreant:

He had to leave he said

though we’d met only days prior

and like with any men

breaking boundaries we’d lain

together despite barbed wire

fences, pools with fathomless bottoms.

The morning he split, he thrust

his blue down coat into

my arms, said I won’t need

this, but it was a bitter

cold day that December I

found the tape in its pocket.

Eva Cassidy sang Fields of

Gold and I can’t forgive

her for dying so young. Where

did you go? Still can’t listen

to more than the first half;

no, less than a quarter of that song.

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Robert Vaughan’s writing has appeared in hundreds of print and online journals. He is a Pushcart Prize nominee. His story, “Ten Notes to the Guy Studying Jujitsu” was a finalist for the Gertrude Stein Award 2013. His story “The Rooms We Rented” was a finalist for the Gertrude Stein…

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