we run into each other for the first time
without precedence.
you say, "let's do this again..."
and i wonder if what you mean,
is that we, once again, repeat this awkwardness.
we will stand ten feet apart and you will say
"so how are things?"
and i will say "well they're alright"
and you will say, "i miss the cat"
and i will say, "yeah he's fine."

but what do you want from me?
God, i cannot stop thinking about you.
when i am alone, you are beside me,
when i am driving down to new york
you are judging my accent and keeping me
from sleeping with old lovers.

i find myself holding onto pillows
that feel like your soft torso.
i want to bite into your neck again
and lick the salt from your back.
i don't want to pretend that i am okay
with this need to surround ourselves
with happy people
who never got us anyway.

do you still think about me
when you are reaching down your pants for answers?
do you still need me to reassure you that
you're doing it right? do you still want me?

03/26/2010

Posted on 03/26/2010
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