sometimes someone else says it better

Alabama on Soul Gravy by Cross Canadian Ragweed
Then the telephone rings.
Maybe I miss your lovin’.
Maybe I miss your kiss.
Just a little bit.
Maybe I miss your body lyin’ right next to mine.
Maybe I miss your touch.
A little too much.

I just realized that I didn’t think about Feb. 19th until just now. Getting gone and coming back again. I’m solid today and it comes back again easier.

There’s a bit of exposed flesh present to bring me around. The biting and tearing settles the crazy parts of my mind. My words come faster, my tongue is sharper. My skin is soft and my heart is beating effortlessly. I’m not mired in the usual muck. At least not today.