Wandering in

I sit here and think
About the time
We were here together.
And I was nervous.
And you kissed me,
and I took you home
And we had bad sex.
And even so
 I still wanted that to last forever.
and
It’s only been three times
And you don’t want me 
the way that I want you.
The sun starts to rise
And there’s still 
an inch of me that
 prays
That you’ll walk two blocks
for just an hour of interaction.