sometimes i think about
the majesty
of a quick kiss

that one
salty second
of a mouth against
a mouth

i miss when
i could just
kiss you
at any moment
as though you were
waiting for it
at all times

now
i can't take a good look
in your direction;
we will be alone in a room
and not speak a word

now
we are an unspoken tragedy

is it wrong that
5 months, 3 weeks, and 6 days later
i still write about him?
is it wrong that
5 months, 3 weeks, and 6 days after the fact
i still remember the salty second of an
afternoon kiss?

i try not to talk about it anymore
so i talk about other boys
and i fancy the pretty things
that walk by

but deep inside of me
is not
anger
or
misery;
just a subtle
and continuous
yearning
for him.

03/19/2006

Author's Note: not an amazing work, but something inside of me that needed to get out.

Posted on 03/20/2006
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