there are always moments
that i wish could be carried over
from the night before
like leftovers from dinner.
the moments aren't really moments though.
i want your words.
i'm not talking about the words you spoke
while you cried because i didn't understand
how you're one of the last few men on this planet
who would rather die
then let anything happen
to the woman they care about most,
the woman they love.
this morning you totally missed the point
and it doesn't really matter who's point it is
because we'll always turn it around on each other.
you rolled over towards me
threw your arm around me
and let you hand travel into my boy shorts.
for the first time in our history,
i removed it and rolled over to my side.
you asked what was wrong
and i told you,
"did you forget what you promised me last night?
the last thing i said to you before we got out of the car?"
"what? Jesus, what now Nan?"
"just forget about it...
....and Jesus doesn't have anything to do with this"
