future perfect

My next girlfriend has soft skin and an intoxicating scent.

My girlfriend starts where I end.

My new girlfriend stores her nail-polish in the fridge, right next to the bottle of rum.

She bakes. She cleans the kitchen on her fours. A mesmerizing sight.

My next girlfriend reads a book before bed.

My girlfriend comes up to me and steals a hug. A cuddle on the couch. My new girlfriend will spread her thighs to be mine.

you're the mother of God, look it!

I’m am surrounded by lonely people. People who go to bed and wake up alone, with their little hearts bursting from pain and longing.
It’s been a while, it is bound to stop - any day now.
Except that it doesn’t.

So we wake, stumble out of bed, hoping that maybe today, universe willing, will be the day we meet someone that we could
love like. Like never before.
That would make this pain go. Soften, lessen – anything?!

In the meantime. I drink. I go out. I nurse hangovers.
Do the things I don’t really want to be doing.
I mourn.
Months have passed – I still feel you.