An after work drink, we called it.
Something to calm the nerves,
Chill out, and calm down.
We deserve it, you say.
It’ll be fun, I’m told, to spend some time together again.
It’s been quite awhile, you know.
We both know, that time together..
With...her...in the picture
Comes few and far between.
A soft couch, warm beer, and a smile…
Some evening television, quietly buzzing through
My nearly broken TV set.
Your consistently broken thoughts.
And suddenly, there you are
Right before me.
Its ok, its ok, its ok….
This will be ok.
Perhaps this is really you before me?
I held you again, empty arms,
Empty eyes,
And I felt nothing.
Nothing,
Nothing more than,
Your nothing breath, on my something cheek.
Too close to home, I thought.
Too close to my past,
And too close to the reality that
You’d be gone within the hour,
Workdays would pass like nothing reminders
Of our nothing time.
Some random Tuesday,
Some ire smile..
And I want to hit you,
Almost as much as I want to kiss you.
A coy slap on my ass,
A wink in your eyes,
An innuendo, for a night to come,
And you go back to your blinded girl,
She knows nothing of your traipsing
And you know nothing of truth.
And I know,
I could never be that again to you.
Seems even these days,
When I’m standing in limbo
Of tomorrow, and the next day
I come few and far between.
And my dear, it isn’t worth it.
Something to calm the nerves,
Chill out, and calm down.
We deserve it, you say.
It’ll be fun, I’m told, to spend some time together again.
It’s been quite awhile, you know.
We both know, that time together..
With...her...in the picture
Comes few and far between.
A soft couch, warm beer, and a smile…
Some evening television, quietly buzzing through
My nearly broken TV set.
Your consistently broken thoughts.
And suddenly, there you are
Right before me.
Its ok, its ok, its ok….
This will be ok.
Perhaps this is really you before me?
I held you again, empty arms,
Empty eyes,
And I felt nothing.
Nothing,
Nothing more than,
Your nothing breath, on my something cheek.
Too close to home, I thought.
Too close to my past,
And too close to the reality that
You’d be gone within the hour,
Workdays would pass like nothing reminders
Of our nothing time.
Some random Tuesday,
Some ire smile..
And I want to hit you,
Almost as much as I want to kiss you.
A coy slap on my ass,
A wink in your eyes,
An innuendo, for a night to come,
And you go back to your blinded girl,
She knows nothing of your traipsing
And you know nothing of truth.
And I know,
I could never be that again to you.
Seems even these days,
When I’m standing in limbo
Of tomorrow, and the next day
I come few and far between.
And my dear, it isn’t worth it.
Nice to know that drea is still producing her interesting blend of stream-of-consciousness poetry. Don't leave your fan base hanging for too long! :D
