The opposite of “Roomates waiting for Death.”

Waiting for you
For once, it’s understood
the empty space has a name
Tonight, it’s a billboard: HUMAN COMPANIONSHIP?
To be not alone, for an extended period of time. With someone whom’s company I truly enjoy?
The fantasy.
Well, I imagine
We meet, at some random occasion
Before you know it
We’ll be in bed together
Afterwards,
We’ll talk about going away
With a great sigh, you’ll pull on your pants
We’ll have a glass of
white zinfadel
“Nothing better than wine from a box.”
Alone in this room,
We make plans
not promises
I won’t worry
You won’t forget
We have no where
and nothing in our corner
And everything sparkles
in possibility
“Call me later”
We kiss and
It Still Feels Right,
post pillow talk
that’s all I wanted
You wink and close the door.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Yes. How much it means: that occasional human touch. Makes returning to oneself, to solitude, so much easier.

    Thanks for visiting my blog and liking my aphorisms.

  2. Joseph says:

    Cool blog….I have never been much of a poetry reader per say but really like your material.
    Glad I found it thanks to a drop in by you…

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