i’ve been tricked
before
“i don’t usually do this”
will make a man
carry you
down the street,
carry you
in
his mind
flat stomach
still
after all those drinks,
your help with the bra
“i wish my breasts were bigger”
i don’t
no age
pink
like you were born
yesterday
“i like you”, you say,
“let’s wait”
i leave
smiling
at cats on the sidewalk
a week
later
all i have
is a memory
and a cd with your songs.
i didn’t realize
you
were the
now or never
kind
i still carry you
hoping
you’ll
look back.
in my mind, down the street,
i found a little bit
more
to give you
but time doesn’t
smile
when
you’re alone.
the only thing
left
is empty the ashtray
And
move on
to the next disappointment