a poem about the smell
01/10/2007 07:28 a.m.
i made the risky decision to
let you in again
after all this time

you smiled sweetly.
you made me think it'd be alright.

i think this is a great idea:
we have both grown and we can
show each other what we have learned
(we are not 15 anymore)

but the night dragged on and my hands were tired
and i looked at you and i knew
you were somewhere else

i wanted to make everything okay but
it has been too long and now i cannot
sway your emotions left nor right

you leave uncomfortably
even though you had promised to stay
and i am alone
my hands smell like you and i feel
15 again

*

hardly a poem. mostly a rant.