i was cleaning out my email today,
when i came across the stories we
sent each other,
i wrote about tucking
in with you
enjoying our talk
until we both fell asleep,
instead of going out
you wrote about my smile,
my eyes, how kind i was, how comfortable you felt,
then watching a movie together, being gentle
how i meant what i said,
when i said
“Watch a movie.” and that you’d forgotten kind men existed.
I wonder what you’re up to.
I still hum sometimes, and I remember
how gentle we were,
you smoked at the stone table
in my yard,
with your hair flaring up in the morning sun,
my friends made fun of how i dressed for our dates,
the smoke smell you left in my bed
drove me crazy,
you lived in the nasty section of Philly,
but that’s not specific enough to be sure of where,
What are you up to Sunshine?
I’m gonna wake up humming tomorrow
Gently as she came,
she was gone.