THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
He tells me about the girlfriend he is not in love with and the house he has to leave
And I want to kiss his face
And kiss his neck
And touch his collarbones
And hold his hands
His body is so warm
I need to separate myself, it was never a good idea- It was just boredom, that was all that it was, and he's a good man and a kind man-
I don't even remember why I decided I was going to play with him like this-
And in the constant hustle of a Thursday or a Friday, his hands always find me, even if only for a moment, during every dinner shift.
And I tell him, without thinking, 'No, don't leave me here-' and he hugs me, several seconds too long, his arms are left around me-He is good and normal and beautiful. I'm already so sorry.