It’s my purgatory really, dinner drinks whatever
Never really all that interested but I find myself telling her how beautiful she is anyway,
cause its true,
All women are in one way or another
There is always something about every damn one of you
A smile, a curve….a secret.
You ladies really are the most amazing creatures
My life’s work.
But, then there is the morning after
The hangover,
The realization that I’m not quite as available as I thought I was the night before
Then she’s gone.
And I’m haunted by yet another road untaken.
