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By Michael T (tranquilly) Submitted by MichaelT() Date: 2001 Jul 21 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.21.03.22.21306]] |
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I'm standing here holding the phone. Staring at it. I can dial your number with my thumb in the dark but I don't. Defeated by the dayglo dialtone. I punch up the number just shy of hitting send. You left me in a terrified hurry. I didn't know whether to wrap you up in my arms or wrap my head in my hands in resignation. I rap my forehead against the door you ran out of quicker than I could react. Startled and suprised and resigned to the fact that I'm standing here stupid like an fossilized stone astonished and still and holding a phone. waking up to the fact that I'll be sleeping alone. I finally hit send but you're not home. waking up to the fact that I'll be sleeping alone. You played me a song called "just talkin bout tonight" I was blinking and wondering if I heard that right hestitant to respond or put up much of a fight if I could trust my ears and I heard that right Did your eyes say I might not sleeping? Alone? I been such a good boy that you'll throw me a bone? with you here, darlin, I'd rather not sleep alone Did your smile say I might not sleeping? Alone? And I'm wondering how my mistakes began I wanted to be your Mr one night stand. You slipped though my grasp - a cliche grain of sand- I wanted to be at least your Mr one night stand. I finally hit send but it seems you're not home. waking up to the fact that I'll be sleeping alone. How I got this pathetic I'll never understand. To be upset that I'm not your Mr One Night Stand. |