Matchmaker

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I brush my teeth,
brush my hair,
brush a little blush on my cheeks,
and call it good.

It doesn't really matter.
I know that.
But it gives me the confidence
to do
what I realize
I have to do.

I go back down
and he has the remote in his hand,
flipping through 
the channels.

I sit down.
He turns it off.

I smile.
He smiles.

"I'm guessing, by the look on your face,
you've changed your mind," He says.

This is one
insightful
dude.

"Lyric, you are such a great guy.
And you know, you and Cali would make a fantastic couple.
She loves tacos and dogs and football, just like you.
I want you to call her. Get to know her."

"But--," He starts.

"No.
Please.
Don't.

My heart has lots of stuff it has to work through. Throwing you into the mix, it just wouldn't be fair.
For me or for you."

He reaches over
and hugs me.

"Still friends, right?" I ask.

He smiles. "Yeah. Still friends."

I walk him outside,
and as he gets in his jeep,
I don't tell him
good-bye.

I yell out,
"Call Cali!"

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