I stood there (a second attempt at spoken word on wasting opportunities)

Rain fell that night

You and I dripped in the house

Sweat and summer rain formed puddles on the hardwoods but we didn’t care

It felt like kissing in a pool; the water in between your mouth and mine

I’d swim that ocean however long if your lips were on the other side

And we stopped and I saw that question in your eyes

I said, “don’t close your eyes I can’t bear not to see them

And I hope that’s not a tear

And it wasn’t,

You blinked and I kissed you

I missed you

My hands landed somewhere on your back I guess

Though I wish they were elsewhere.

I was feeling much now

You leaned in a little more and kissed me back

This time I stopped confused as to why a woman like you would want to do so

And you did so

You smiled unfreezing me my mouth dropping open

You numbed me and filled me flying inside

And I stood there.

I longed to love you and wondered how

But all you needed was me present, now

And I stood there

As you played the lead

And I not an actor more like a stage

You poured yourself into me and I let you go through

You poured out my ears and out my nose

You dribbled out of my mouth and fell like sand through my fingers

And I stood there

Later that night as you did all that you could do

You left as I stood in thought

And as I pondered,

You wandered

I wondered where

There

in your bed you fell exhausted, disheartened

As the rain washed nothing away

You loved that night

I thought that night

You cried that night

And I stood there