do you need a woman,
she asks,
stepping into her dress.
do you need me?
i stare into my heart,
and wish it were true.
(what is wrong with me?)
i see only closed doors,
unknown rooms.
i say, i need a word
for all of this. one less
tired and pale
and pressed.
there are a few moments
of silence. she is
looking out the open window,
her fingers splayed on the ribs
of the cold radiator.
i say, here's the deal: i'm going
to get in the car and drive.
i'm sick of my own cruel
self-pity and chronic indecision.
i'm going out to find the rhythm
of the ocean.
if i wake up years from now
with you laying next to me,
let that be the answer
to your question.
. . .
peace and love
AJ
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