sunday. fragmented thoughts. i need more diet coke.

I am so ready for this semester to end.  I have been working on this paper all day, but my brain is just not in the mood to write about this topic. There are so many other things that I want to write, and I can't until I finish up my work this week. However, I was able to squeeze in a poem that basically forced itself into my mind...but I suppose it's not so much a poem as it is random pieces of thought.

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hand in hand you lead me through the crowd
looking for a table or
a quiet place

                    someone moves by; my cheek to your back, we wait

we find an abandoned bench and straddle it
silent through small talk
face to face

                    someone blows smoke and you ask if i’m okay

it seems like all these encounters are just another-
and alone, we’re each in
our own place

                   someone else, you say, and i nod, it’s okay

i liked the idea of having weekend plans and
the possibility of waking
to your face

                  someone to go to the movies with

it just wasn’t you.