sockmonkey

So, I'm the one,
who doesn't have another mate, yet,
after the last "tragic break~up".

I hadn't been looking for anything,
when I met him.
So, why look for anything, now?

Now, he's that guy,
who acts like I'm stalking him,
if I respond, in any way...
if the new girl is around.

For the most part,
I'm good.

But, you know,
there will come that time...

When I'll see him with her,
and, he'll "warn" her.
and, it will be awkward.

So, tonight...
all alone,
with the young, and, the beautiful performers,
who are my family, now, still, and, treat me like perfection, and, sugar.

They mention a mentor.
A now, famous, sort of, amazing man,
whom they admire, and, who is older, like me.

I say, that I once, had an un~bearable crush on him.
I don't say it all.
The length, or the depth, of it.
He's too much, in their eyes, for that.

The young, and, the beautiful,
who treat me like perfection, and, sugar...

LAUGH.

We know, one of them said.
And, he crushed, right back.
We heard many, wicked, and tasty things, about you.

Is it possible,
that I blushed?

Or, is it the heat,
from the wind?

And, with that,
I walk away, o.k.
with the psuedo stalker status, of the most present, here.

And, the left~over, un~tarnished crush,
of a man, well admired, by many.

My secret weapon, of heart.

And, solace of self.

When, I, next, see the man,
who was most recently, my lover,
with his new love...
I know, exactly, how he will shield her,
I know exactly, how his chin will jutt,
and, his eyes will pace.

But, I've been there.

And, I've been there, too.

There, is better.

There, becomes here,
becomes bigger...
becomes, now.

Yep.
I, too, will jutt my chin,
smile, secretly, and, perhaps,
even turn pink, in the edge of my cheek...

And, skip, looking to her, like a craaazy woman,
into tomorrow.