nickel for your thoughts

i left because i was crying
and didn't want you to know
my phone kept going off
and i thought it'd wake you

so i climbed out of bed
got half dressed enough to go
and looked up in the dark
to see you watching me
i'm sorry i woke you on your day off

"where are you going?"
"go back to sleep, babe..."

12th and center

it had been days and
i could count the number
of times you'd kissed me
on one hand

i broke habit and kissed you
and you giggled and asked
"did you just kiss me?"
i guess this us i had wondered about
was now in the past

church and gaines

you'd woken up late at night
scooting over to me
and whispered "can i come
snuggle with you for a while?"
"mhm" i sighed
as your arm wrapped around me
and you pulled me in tight

then you wondered about it
the next day
"how'd i end up on your side of the bed?"
apparently it was a mistake
"i did that...?"

jefferson and broadway

i'm not sure at all
i know i'm indecisive
and awkward
but you've changed how
you act around me
tell me what's going on behind
those beautiful brown eyes

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Touché Armada]

A penny for your thoughts? Is a nickel was a lot to pay for anything way way back then.
This is one heck of an intriguing piece of work, its almost impossible to work out how many people are being addressed, or if anyone solid (right there) is being addressed at all and its all a monologue but with the person who should be being addressed though absent is answering in any case in the persons head. Like so many of your writes, its got a sadness in the tone and a softness a real beauty about it. 12 and centre, I think thats about all I really cant understand in my own way, but it doesnt matter I guess, its a beautiful write all the same.
Happy I spotted you here.

[V M Smith]

nickel instead of a penny because of how much i value the person whose thoughts i sought. the lone lines are references to the cross streets as i came to them. :)