Tonight
Which is
Rapidly becoming
This morning
(another sleepless night)
I would give
My favorite pair of shoes-
The red pumps with the brass buttons-
To be next to you
Four drinks in
Fingers interlaced
Saying nothing
And knowing that I don’t have to say anything at all.
Feeling just the bit of sweat
Coming off your arm
Catching in the hairs.
Staring at the fucking white ceiling.
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