“Friday Nights”

genre: poetry

10.14.07

I feel like every Friday night I lose you even more
to the chorus of girls waiting by you.
And the laughter I once owned belonged to me and me alone, but now it’s theirs.
I’m fading faster.
And I wait every night, hugging faith and hope tight, and that phone of mine sits silently.
So I wait as I’ve done before, always wanting & needing more, if only I had you to share this night with.

What is it?

This place I am seeking?
This numbing lullaby that left me long ago…
I struggle to hold on,
you strut and strut along
the sidewalks that
can no longer keep me.
And in my constant pain
I try to rearrange
your words
so that they
may recognize me.

Please, don’t tell me you love me

whilst you proceed to swim away.

Don’t tell me you miss me—

that you want to kiss me,
then expect me to not
want to stay.

And you can whirl and twirl alone,
blare out a megaphone
that you’re looking for a girl who’ll satisfy you.
but the truth will still remain
every girl is just the same
but at least I was the one
who chose to love you.

Yes. It happens every Friday night.
I squeeze my lucid past tight.

You bury yours;
and saunter on.