Saturday, March 29, 2008

mostly just because we were both so lonely

it's not so bad

the mole that sat above your right breast
the one that made you shy when i would touch it
that i would touch just to see
if you would let me

and you would frown and mutter something quiet

like you always did.

what?

nothing.

a game you would play
like a three year old who lived for attention
who would hide and i would have to pretend
you could not be found

just to make you happy.

a walking sight gag, me and you
six foot five and five foot two
acting like we knew
who we were
and what we wanted from the days spent

quietly motioning to one another

just to stand

a little bit closer.

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