Monday, August 24, 2009

4am Rain

The night I promised myself
I would stop
loving you
you kissed me on the cheek
and told me
    I was the best
girl.

You held me as I held
my sobbing friend
wavering on my high heeled
whiskey filled feet.

     When we left so she
could cry
              alone
you stayed with us
distracted us
with talk of video games
and the little jokes
that run
amongst our friends.

     When we sat in the back
of my truck
and it began to rain,
  it felt
like a movie
    soft
and tasting like 4:30am.

I wanted to kiss you
but your girl was right
up the road

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