Playing with Matches
Missed Connections from Salt Lake City
Playing with Matches
It’s been weeks.
I was fine…Really.
Better off.
Amputation was most humane choice.
…But tonight.
Tonight I can’t stop thinking about you.
Inconveniently, you’re suddenly everywhere.
And sweetly insidious.
No poetry.
Too burned out for impassioned longing.
Not up for another run around the ‘we had our moment’ track.
Declining to even unpack and browse memories of the good times and the sad.
I simply miss you.
Feeling your absence keenly.
Crave that ‘I just swallowed the sun’ sensation.
God in Heaven Damn the flickering hope that our tale has yet more chapters….
Phuking trick birthday cake candle.
Won’t go out.
Unfortunate fire hazard.
Her Two Cents
I’ve never thought that trick birthday candles were amusing. All that extra wax dripping on the cake and the repeated attempts at blowing the candles out (at least one more time) without spitting all over everything is neither entertaining nor enjoyable. For some things, it’s better to bring about a natural end and move on to the next activity rather than press the repeat button (repeatedly).
