One month and 12 days.
Thats how long it took me to cry over you.
I went out dancing and the only guy I could see was you.
I didn't care for the cowboys with their crooked smiles,
or the Fly Boys with their dog tags shown proudly.
All I wanted was you.
I wanted your quiet confidence and concern for my boundaries.
I wanted your tan hands against my pale attempt at rhythm.
I wanted your sweet smile and strong arms.
I wanted your warm scent and crinkled laugh.
But you weren't there.
Where were you?
Were you at a party somewhere trying to seduce another girl?
Were you with the boys chugging warm beer
and crudely mixed drinks?
Were you trying to forget all that we had?
We both know you aren't cut out for that scene,
you won't find what you are looking for.
But I hope you do.
And I hope it's me again.