| alison ( @ 2009-06-26 16:54:00 |
| Entry tags: | bad poetry |
I re-met this boy last night
He's an athiest socialist
just like me
he told me months ago
that we were soul mates
because of my tattoo.
But that was when I was dating
and now I'm not
We talk about books
and the limitations of language
He makes me laugh
then we kiss.
I don't even have a phone number
a nonchalant goodbye
silently, I ask myself,
when will I see you again?