Ihop On A Friday Night

Ihop On A Friday Night

A Poem by JessicaGadziala

It was all fluorescent lights,
and vinyl covered booths 
and I laughed for the first time
in more months than I care to admit-
and I let a stranger run his
fingers through my hair
and fantasized about the person
across the faux wood tabletop-
a man who would take me to plays
and other countries,
who will sit with me until 
3AM on a Friday night discussing
everything
and nothing
and enjoying every moment of
each other’s company.
And there you are all the way
across town in bed instead of 
next to me and 
I don’t even know the names of your
ex-girlfriends,
if you’ve ever had your heart broken-
if my actions are even capable
of sending a ripple across
your calm surface.
Would you even care if I told you
I had more fun in five hours without you
than I have in eleven months at your side…

"Ihop On A Friday Night"- 11-30-13- jessicagadziala

© 2013 JessicaGadziala


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I like your way of explaining yourself. You should check out deviantart it is like a site for sore eyes if you are a poet, or any form of artist really.

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