Monday, June 15, 2009

Frequent Urination After Using Plan B

The third floor of a suicide

S
Many years have passed since I fell in love with you. Sure a lot has happened .... but very little in common. Still as beautiful. I still just shy. Are these things never change. U
Once again we find ourselves, this time almost accidentally. One night he did not expect. United by mutual friends. One of those things that sometimes occur.
I try to hide the nerves to say hello. Again, do not expect you tonight. Inert in response to music. Guess again, many of the things that never happen.
C
share anecdotes. Confident intimacy. Everyone with each other. June heat. Cold beer. Café of your eyes. Honey wake up, another one of those things that do not die.
I
tried to forget for some time now. Eager to see and feel no need look no further. I inhale your fragrance last. Start my way out.
D
leave tonight as the last one that I loved in secret. I leave out the lover who tired of seeing distant, dying alone in the parking lot. I direct my steps back to your table.
A daring
your brown eyes. Anido your hands in mine. We are friends now. Some things never change.

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