Personal

My eyes are the color

Of martini olives

I always drink two

Never three

My hair is plain brown

Once I was blonde

Yellow

Not towheaded

I like to drink coffee

With one cube of sugar

Always with cream

And never with milk

Only dark chocolate

I really love summer

I love to be warm

I love to feel hopeful

Under the stars

In Audrey's backyard

Wanting for someone

To kiss me

But someone would not

And time's getting short

The night's growing colder

And I'm going home

We danced and we danced

In my old apartment

When everyone left

Someone slept on the couch

I thought about love

And how I love somebody else

But is that enough?

Lining up memories

Each one a hair

At the edge of the mirror

I count and I stare

I wish that the quiet would end

With a telephone ring

Could a friend turn

Into a different thing?

Laughing and laughing

In my old apartment

But that's not what lovers do

They sigh and hope for the future