Should I call her? Should I even bother when the
world is so wide, so expansive? When the world is so absolutely
filled with girls?
But you know I would still love to see her and to
take myself back into that end of summer rush
of us, where she fed me cold chunks of pineapple
on the front porch of her apartment or the night
we sat on the swing in my backyard and I was all Should I kiss her now? No, wait. How about now?
But it didn't last. Does it ever? They always call to say hi, we need
to talk
and you're left sitting there with a knotted stomach
and a need to play some sweepingly sad song that makes you feel
even worse, but you love that song and you let it spin
all the time as you saunter around your crappy apartment in your slippers
with a vodka and cranberry.
And how could I ever get married? Trust forever that one day she won't
turn to me and say hi, we need to talk?
And I'll be left standing in our living room with her ring in
my hand as the door goes shut and I hear
my daughter say bye-bye Daddy
But I want to find a nice beautiful girl and ask her
Will you marry me?
There are so many in the world, but where do you start?
Should I sit in a bar or in a church or at the grocery store
and ask Are you the one? How about you?
