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By Abogada Submitted by abogadalbny Date: 2006 Dec 18 Comment on this Work [[2006.12.18.21.56.10965]] |
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My third state in as many years And I am haunted by characters in love stories I barely recall. All I used to want was a good man to love me To settle down. And as I sit quietly on the sofa next to you The way good girls do All I can do is miss Manhattan And twelve flavors of martinis And wasted nights staggering in high heels Through the West Village Stopping to buy $8 cigarettes. My phone holds 5 different area codes of former lovers And sometimes when I drive though the city these days I have to stop and remind myself which city it is. They say every love takes a piece of your soul And leaves a piece of theirs. I shudder to think I am more like my ex-husband now Running away from commitment Because what I have truly mastered Is running away. |