The Deal I Thought I Wanted Poem by Seamus Whittington Crawford III

You: 'I've been thinking. I miss you. Come see me.'
Me: 'Give me an hour to do my hair.'

'Well, that sure was fast.'
'I didn't want to waste any time getting here. So why do you miss me? '

'I just don't think I'm ever gonna find another man like you.'
'No doubt but what's changed your mind? '

'Because I can't trust any of them I've met since you. At least you were honest.'
'Is that all? '

'And I like the way you kiss.'
'Mmmm.'

'So, you gonna stay? '
'What - here? Forever? Home? '

'Sure. After all, I'm here.'
'If I stay here, I'll go completely insane. Bored out of my raging skull. The world's too big, the sea's not close...'

'I'll keep you happy. It's your only chance. You'll probably go insane without me.'
'You mean you'll never come with me? Don't you want to stick your hands in the dirt in Italy? '

'No. I can read a book about that.'
'And that satisfies you? You're content with that? '

'Sure. Lots of people are.'
'Not me. But I'll stay for a while anyway, I guess.'

'Great. You can sleep here on the couch and we can watch the news together.'
'I'd rather drink tequila and talk about Primo Levi. And then maybe make love to you for the first time ever.'

'Lemme think about it. You never know...'