Ihop On A Friday Night

 

It was all fluorescent lights,
and vinyl covered booths
and I laughed for the first time
in more months than I care to admit-
and I let a stranger run his
fingers through my hair
and fantasized about the person
across the faux wood tabletop-
a man who would take me to plays
and other countries,
who will sit with me until
3AM on a Friday night discussing
everything
and nothing
and enjoying every moment of
each other’s company.
And there you are all the way
across town in bed instead of
next to me and
I don’t even know the names of your
ex-girlfriends,
if you’ve ever had your heart broken-
if my actions are even capable
of sending a ripple across
your calm surface.
Would you even care if I told you
I had more fun in five hours without you
than I have in eleven months at your side…

“Ihop On A Friday Night”- 11-30-13- jessicagadziala 

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