Isn't She?

Isn't she the vibrato in my earphones?

Isn't she my drive to work?

My highs, my lows, my fears, my peace?

Isn't she my next step and my last?

Isn't she the antidote for the distance?

The unfilled gap between me and the wall?

The hope to fill it someday?

Isn't she why? Isn't she how?

Isn't she, she, when I'm alone?

Isn't she great with her summertime smile?

Isn't she my bluebird, like Bukowski had?

Isn't she, Isn't she?

You must concur, better than thinking and drinking?

Isn't she worth the leap?

Better than lonely?

Hold my beer,

she's worth the leap, isn't she?