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Posts Tagged ‘love and the pursuit of happiness’

The Night Before

Last night there was this girl—who reminded me of the night before.

She smiled at my jokes,
enjoyed my self-deprecation,
and touched my arm to console when I told her:
“I don’t know what I’m looking for, but I’m looking for something.”

This heart of mine, I can’t even keep it tucked into a sleeve.
I hand it out on business cards to all I meet.

But this one was blonde, and yesterdays was brunette.
The one on Wednesday had big aspirations,
while Tuesday had a super-human intellect.

Monday had feet that smelled,
so we took a bath together.

Sunday only wanted to dance,
So she taught me how to tango.

“We all want the same thing.” I said, as we
sprawled across the bed/
lathered up/
danced tightly.

My hands caressed spines,
and kneeded collar bones.
“We want to be adored, to feel special—if only for a brief moment.”

Her eyes
looked away from mine/
glazed over/

My thumb rested on a racing pulse,
while the tips of my fingers weaved whisper-fine neck hair.
“And I can do that for you; if only for this brief moment.” I said;
as if to declare something.

But, all the while I knew.
When tomorrow came, when I saw her again,
Her glossy eyes, shivering spine, and polished neck—
None of it would remember me.
So I’ll do what I always do when reminded of the girl from the night before.
I’ll start over again.