We laid together in the heat of the night. Both of us sweaty and tired, but we both held a grin. I held her in my arms as my heart raced. Its beat thumps hard like when the police come to your front door. My eyes closed with my mind filled with my heart's desires.
I see it all. From the white house with a picket fence and kids, to the makeup sex that projects the volumes of love we hold for each other. The dog and the kids play in the yard as we sit on the porch and your eyes glisten from the summer sun. We smile at each other, your teeth bright as the neon lights. Yet I soon awake.
My arms empty now and the sun has risen. Your side of the bed cold and my side filled with nothing but an erection and sadness. I stand to my feet to see a note timed 2:44 this morning. Five hours before I woke up. The note said: "My boyfriend called this morning asking me to come over and you were in a deep sleep. I will call you next week. 5:30 of course."
I crumpled up the note and dropped it in the trash. My heart was once again crushed by my own faults. I hyped it up and pumped my emotions up, when I forgot that, I'm playing the sideline. I am the side hoe.
