I sit with a beer in one hand, a cigarette in the other
I watch the cars drive by, on their way to where?
Home? Walmart? Work?
In a hurry, worried about how to make the rent
The mortgage, if their wives, husbands, boyfriends, girlfriend
Are gonna be pissy or happy.
Are they gonna get laid or shut out?
My thoughts are of you.
I drink to forget you.
Drink to forget me.
How we can’t be in the same room with one another
Without wanting to be together.
About how when it’s over, you can just leave
without another thought of me
Until your loins burn and your gut hungers for my touch
My lips, my mouth.
Then you think of me
Your needs, your desires.
How you can’t think of anything until you’re
With me.
You say you can’t love, I believe that
But I can
And that’s the biggest hurt of all.
debra colby 