I turn off my phone, giving up on your call tonight
You are spent- hurting from what women have done and may do to you
I told you what I was feeling. The ugly truth that we were on the cutting board.
I want more, I want less.
I feel for her, I feel for you.
I miss parts of my past; I approach our future with questions.
I pray I didn’t say anything about the perceived lack of depth I’ve been witness to.
There is something missing
What it is- I don’t know
I asked you for answers and you gave me your tolerant hand and got me to bed.
You paid for most of the night and were responsible despite my best effort to get you to do otherwise.
You danced,
we kissed,
we tilted our heads back in laughter
and then listened as I broke what we have built up down
in a fit of questions and speculations-
So tonight my love is riding shotgun on thunder and she’s got nothing to say to the world
Welcome to my heart lover…
