Tuesday

Tonight I went to the jetty.
The water seemed warm, then again
I only dipped my fingers in
once.
It was calm, and still, and
quiet and peaceful.

All I could hear was my own happiness.

You sat beside me,
we drank Red Bull and kissed until
Our lungs gave out.

You lifted my shirt,
I felt silly under the harsh,
yellow lights.
I felt like someone was watching,
but I was comfortable.
I knew that that someone was you.

I want to preserve you.
Keep things just
the way they are.
But being completely yours

Is the only thing I can remember
Ever wanting.

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Oh, Mr. Pitiful. Who let you down?