Talent Show
Does writing the occasional poem count as a talent?
I hope so, cause it’s all I got:
Things I Can’t Control
My heart will still race when you walk in the room.
I’ll still smile when I first hear your voice.
I’ll still instantly think about how soft your lips are against my skin.
I’ll recall the curve of your stomach, the swell of your breasts, and how it feels to be inside of you.
I’ll always remember how it feels when we walk in a room together.
And I’ll still look for you when I walk off an airplane and into an airport.
I’ll probably always want to tell you about the funny joke I heard, or about the magazine article I just read.
I’ll still recall that August night with you whenever I see a falling star.
I’ll think of you every time I finish a bottle of pinot grigio.
I can’t control these things.
But I’ve learned how to not answer a ringing phone now.
I’ve figured out how to ignore an email.
I’ve learned how to find distance.
I’ve learned how to let it go.
I can’t just be a friend to you.
It’s way too late for that.
Because I can’t control the things that happen when you look at me.
But I can ignore a telephone quite well.I know some of you have seen this before, but this is the only thing I could find that I liked.
