Friday, December 19, 2008
Give & Take
You had everything: the looks,
the brains, the personality,
and dared to say I completed you,
filled the space you had inside.
The meal was a delight:
your conversation sparkled
and I relaxed, let go,
begin to trust again.
We liked the same music, and could
quote endlessly from 'Father Ted'.
You drank pints, and could say
'Archbishop of Canterbury' on one belch.
No wonder I asked you in afterwards,
where we laughed and talked till
words just got in the way
and time stood almost still.
I woke to find you gone,
along with my car keys and credit cards:
you left just a hint of your perfume,
and a burning feeling when I pee.