February 15, 2015
I spent that night in the arms of someone new.Â
A couple drinks,Â
and he was nice.Â
Not too drunk to remember,Â
and yet the thing I remember mostÂ
was how he rolled over in the nightÂ
and he grabbed my shoulderÂ
and he rubbed my trapezius with his thumb.Â
It was just a momentÂ
andÂ
it wasn’t lovingÂ
butÂ
it was nice.Â
It reminded me ofsomething that had never beenÂ
andÂ
something that might never beÂ
but that somethingÂ
I will always dream of it.





















