Fit

A friday night fit,
A friday night dismiss.

Your bed was a little to big,
A little to big for me to fit.
Where would you be now,
That less than perfect sigh,
And that sound that was real loud.

I missed all the one’s I could miss,
Kept that safe and secret for a while.
Found you borderline,
Borderline worthwhile.

Walked and sweated,
Paced myself,
Still regretted it.

Had midnight to look at,
Had nothing else to keep me
Sinking but you were the one
Worth mentioning.

Rewriting it still,
Future,
And thrill.

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