One More Night

It’s been hours
since I drove you away.
I’ve been praying that this E & J
can replace you.  I realized,
1 ½ pint later, it can’t.
The air’s sour and thin as
I’m vegetating, starring
at a 2 am infomercial.
I can hear the cracking and cricking
hoping it was my phone on vibrate.
Covering myself in a blanket,
my body
trying to mimic
your caresses.
But my skin feels like its crawling.

Maybe this is guilt or karma
whatever,
I just need one more night
to prove to you
it was a bump in the road,
a learning experience
that will take us to our
twentieth anniversary
and beyond.
One more night
so you can see you’re
the one who’s suppose to
sweeten this air with your
apple perfume,
harmonic conversation and
blissful laughter.

Damn freaking phones not ringing
I’ll just man up, call you to say
this house is just four walls,
and your glowing presence
creates the nirvanic paradise
that I could only call home.
But what if you already moved on, and
some dude  answers the phone?
Of course you got a dude,
women like you don’t stay single.

Well, chalk this one up as a lost.
I know what was done was
unforgivable, you’ll never
see this the way I do.
I’ll just lie to myself
and say I’m content that your happy.
Maybe I’ll believe it one day.

But  if you ever change your
mind, my number’s the same,
and my door is unlocked.

(Thanks to ZO3TIC and Miss A. for catching those typos)

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