spaghetti for dinner

After you leave tonight I find myself
crawling across the bed like an explorer
Picking up pillows like they were artifacts of you
Trying desperate to catch your smell

Tonight you asked me to lift my shirt and
show you my belly
You said you wanted to give me raspberry kisses

When you pushed me against the wall
and I told you I liked it, I meant it

I know that lonely people romanticize sometimes
to momentarily relieve the sick feeling
in their guts
We are two lonely people

Two weeks ago you told me you loved me
I laughed