What’d I do,
with that damn blue shoe?

{Screen goes blurry, onward to the memory!}

I last recall,
that bar’s bathroom stall.
“For a good time,
Give Traci a call.”

Sounded good at the time!
A prank call on the line,
all I do is drop a dime,
873-5289!

Write it down,
put it in the pocket!
Oh hell, the bathroom stall,
I forgot to lock it!

Excuse me, I’m in here!
I thought,
Is this not abundantly clear?
He had no care,
wasn’t gonna chuck just air!
He was gonna puke right then and there!
On my porcelain chair!

Uh oh! Gotta get out!
Bout that time! Ain’t no doubt!
This guy’s gonna spout!

Ugh. Too late.
Smells like fish bait.
I reckon that ruined this date.
Ain’t that great?

Well now my pants stink,
can’t see getting another drink,
I’ll try to wash off in the sink!
Atta boy! Way to think!

Off with the slacks,
brush off his puke snacks!
Ok, just gotta relax.

Shoes come off,
pants come off,
sounds like he’s done in the toilet trough!
Scoff, scoff!
Cough, cough.
Hope he liked his stroganoff!

So standing there,
in my underwear,
warning onlookers to beware,
Barfy-boy grabs my shoe,
and heaves another load of nasty goo!
Yup, in my shoe.
Indeed. Eww.
“Friend, please keep my shoe,
with your addition of spew,
why on earth would I need two?!?!”

Fingers dancing on your stomach,
softly, swiftly, no scratching,
but dancing.
They trek up from your hips,
to your stomach,
back around to your loves,
and keep moving.

Up past your rib-cage,
both hands,
tugging your shirt upwards.
Off.
Hands are back.
To your shoulder blades.

Breaths are deeper now,
as my hands come around front,
a bit stronger clutch now,
tantalizing, pestering,
baiting.

Collarbone to neck,
softly, tickling, warmth
grasping cheek bones,
coming closer.
Fingers on ears,
pulling, caressing,
closer.

Hands find their way to
the back of your head,
fingering your hair.
Teeth nibble a lobe,
pull back,
face to face.
The closer you come
to my lips,
in time,
the nearer,
in time,
you come.

Moving on in life
takes you to new places,
and new faces,
’round the bases,
found new spaces;
love embraces,
those who let it
surround them
and encases
a heart with yours
when time and places
match the love
put forth by
another’s traces.

Being able to find what
your eyes see,
and your fingers touch,
pale in comparison
to what your mind believes,
your heart feels.

Please don’t tell me
that it meant nothing,
for to me it meant
everything.
You don’t find what
we’ve had just anywhere.
It’s something you’ve
got to have built on,
and lived through.

We’ve endured many things
since it all started,
kids that have made
their ways in life,
and are starting where
we seem to have left off.

It’s not going to be long
before they’re living
the dreams we had planned
for them,
and realize the dreams we’ve
ruined for us.

Right now we’re at a point
to continue moving forward
with what we have,
and put behind the
doubts and lies,
and show each other what
it’s like to be trusted,
and safe.

Time will go on,
and our love will wilt away.
I’m sure of this.
I’ve loved before and lost,
a long time ago,
before there was you.
But I’m willing to give this
another shot
because I know what we’ve
had in our lives has
made those around us
believe that love can
never die,
and passion would never fade.

So I’ll ask you one more time,
just tell me in candor,
what you’ve got to say,
There is nothing that can
hurt anymore than
knowing what I’m thinking
is the truth.

We’ve built what we have,
on the trust that we’ve
found,
in each other,
and that is something
we can both live with
and understand.
I beg of you to
remember this when
your next words flow.

If you want this to end,
tell me a lie again.
But trust me,
with all my love
I know that
it can be repaired
if you’re willing
to love me again,
with no strings attached,
no secrets to hide,
and no one to hold your
heart, but I.

You’ve nothing to lose
for it,
perhaps your inhibitions,
your negative ideas,
and possibly
your soft heart.

What are you saving it for
in the first place?
You’re not going to be able
to save it
or
store it on a shelf.

It’s meant to be shared,
and used by another.
Keeping it locked up
isn’t going make you smile
any larger
or
laugh any louder;
perhaps it’ll make you feel
safe, and secure.

But letting it decide
for itself,
without that pesky brain
interjecting is a feeling
ten-fold any previous emotion.

So if I were you,
I’d reconsider what you’re about to do.
Walls aren’t making it any easier,
and your heart isn’t getting
any younger;

Not the nicest,
nor prettiest thing
I’ve heard from her lips.
Perhaps it even stung a bit;
nearing piercing.

I didn’t know how to react
so I played it off
like I didn’t hear her.
shrugged
and kissed her neck softly.

It had nothing to do with me,
something from the past.
It wasn’t her choice,
against her will even.

It angers me for the moment,
rage and hate can build;
maybe she just
wanted to tell me when
we were smiling,
in each others arms.

But that’s why it’s called
the past,
I guess.

She’s with me for a reason,
and perhaps wants me to know
all about her.

Everytime I decide something,
I get blind-sided by what I haven’t
seen;
bringing about a new choice,
a new opportunity.

Whether or not I cease this
occasion depends on the
last turn I made,
at the last stop sign.
I turned right;

But in retrospect,
a lefty would have put me
in an open valley,
with no roads,
a bright sky,
and a brighter future.

It didn’t.

I remember exactly,
where, when, what, how.
I had a feeling about why,
you left me high and dry.

The phone call that night,
asking me if I recalled the pact
we made when you moved away;
how we’d say either way,
if someone else, pulled you astray
enough to betray
our trust.

I understood.
It’s taken a while though;
believe you me!
But now I find myself in the same
position.

Budding love;
scared;
curious;
nervous;
hoping it wouldn’t happen again.
Leaving me;
after giving everything
I had to give.

I think to myself,
“it’s a new
relationship;
a new person,
with a new chance,
that could drop me just as hard.”