I dream of hot days in the sun. Hot air over my body and across my skin.
The sheets feel good when I wake, I run my fingers over the soft
cotton and wish I could still smell you on my pillow. But this house
is empty now, all for me and the whoosh of the ceiling fan. I close
my eyes and the cool air teases my nerve endings. I lay my hand where
you used to sleep and wonder how long you will be gone. Empty bed,
empty house and I think I might have to get a dog.
I turn on the news and see a car chase in L.A. I wonder who is chasing
you now. Some smart professional guy, someone more grounded than me.
I don't know if anyone considered me unattainable, but I never did. I
thought I was a pretty easy to get along with fellow until I met you,
and now I am not so sure.
I turn off the T.V. and toss the remote onto the couch. It's Saturday
and I don't have you here to make coffee for or to make love to. I
want to take a shower with you and feel you against me. I want to
taste the salt on your skin and I want to feel your hands all over me.
But there is an empty shower down the hall, and an empty kitchen
beyond that. The things I miss..I am determined I won't get back
anytime soon. I started smoking again when you left. It's the only
thing I seem to have control over unconditionally. And maybe that is
my problem.
I can't sleep without you there. I just lay awake listening to the
radio. I have to turn the station when Coldplay comes on because it
reminds me of you. I smoke a cigarette despite what the SG tells me.
I take a long drag and watch the smoke disappear in the wake of the
ceiling fan. I want to masturbate but I am too sad. I just don't
have the motivation today. Maybe I will go to the book store instead.
Copyright 2005
The sheets feel good when I wake, I run my fingers over the soft
cotton and wish I could still smell you on my pillow. But this house
is empty now, all for me and the whoosh of the ceiling fan. I close
my eyes and the cool air teases my nerve endings. I lay my hand where
you used to sleep and wonder how long you will be gone. Empty bed,
empty house and I think I might have to get a dog.
I turn on the news and see a car chase in L.A. I wonder who is chasing
you now. Some smart professional guy, someone more grounded than me.
I don't know if anyone considered me unattainable, but I never did. I
thought I was a pretty easy to get along with fellow until I met you,
and now I am not so sure.
I turn off the T.V. and toss the remote onto the couch. It's Saturday
and I don't have you here to make coffee for or to make love to. I
want to take a shower with you and feel you against me. I want to
taste the salt on your skin and I want to feel your hands all over me.
But there is an empty shower down the hall, and an empty kitchen
beyond that. The things I miss..I am determined I won't get back
anytime soon. I started smoking again when you left. It's the only
thing I seem to have control over unconditionally. And maybe that is
my problem.
I can't sleep without you there. I just lay awake listening to the
radio. I have to turn the station when Coldplay comes on because it
reminds me of you. I smoke a cigarette despite what the SG tells me.
I take a long drag and watch the smoke disappear in the wake of the
ceiling fan. I want to masturbate but I am too sad. I just don't
have the motivation today. Maybe I will go to the book store instead.
Copyright 2005
empty house and I think I might have to get a dog.>>
Good line. Better to get one dog than to accumulate cats until you finally get one that isn't an indifferent snob (don't ask me how I know this). And by the way, you'll have to tell me about the tattoo artists on South Blvd. All of my old guys are either retiring or moving to Gastonia.