Dear... A Poem For Him
There's this guy
I haven’t been able
to stop thinking about
for the last couple of days
I don’t know
what it is about him
that just makes me want
to get closer;
well, maybe I do –
the way he looked at me
with those hypnotic eyes
and that goddamn sexy smile
and how he
held both my hands in his
during that funny,
slightly awkward little wave
when he said goodbye.
I have replayed that memory
a hundred times since then,
but I’m not even sure
if he remembers.
I could easily blame it
on the intoxication –
I did drink a little that night.
But is it possible
for alcohol to still
muddle your senses days after?
It must be him.
Him.
Him.
Goddamn, it must be him.
He’s the kind of
intoxication that stays,
even after
glasses of water
and hours of sleep.