Another weed sprouts in this summer garden
nothing but another hole to tighten around my starving body
Notched in the bedpost of my transgressions
I sit and await a call that never comes
I said before ” I love you”
But carefree and dumb, the words spat forth from a head not equipped with a thinking cap, but a rubber…
And my words filled you with sublime pearl beads and ran down your tender thighs before I went back home
Drunk on pleasure and under your influence I drove
I look back on those days and I admit I wish I never met you.
Digging through boxes of my youth I came across your photographs.
God… you were beautiful
You’re even more beautiful now I noticed as I watched you walk by. Hand in hand with your boyfriend or husband or whatever he is. I could still taste your perfume … roses…
You seem happy. Would you be so happy with me? I guess we’ll never know ….
I get up from my seat. Still as invisible as I felt back then… except when I was with you and watch you walk away
Still just as amazing. That perfect sway of your hips. Your illustrious mane still cascading down your back. And I smile while choking back a tear at what I could’ve had
You pause, and turn around… scanning the crowd. Our eyes lock for a minute, but there’s no recognition. That fire has long since expired …
Turning, you kiss him and walk through the glass doors
And out of my life
(Written/Submitted by c. Bourgoin)