What was her middle name?
He thought it was Kate… maybe Jessica
Maybe she didn't even tell him
He wondered what she did for a living
She wore brand name clothes
She could have been an attorney
Maybe she was a stay-at-home mom
He could taste a fruity drink on her breath
Orange blossoms and vodka
Like a potion for intrigue, a remedy for all thoughts
In this Shakespearean tryst they were minor characters
It was that sort of night
Everyone needed to go home with somebody
The back of her neck smelled like flowers
Too bad flowers remind him of funerals
Even as he held her he still didn't feel close
She felt miles away, like a mirage
He kept trying to bring her closer
But she was forever away
Tight in his arms, yet elsewhere
She clung onto him like a child
He thought about how she was once a little girl
No more than 4 years old
She probably has a mother and a father
Do they know what she does on the lonely nights?
He knows he is the secret
He knows he is not the first
He knows he probably isn't her best
Yet he still stays the night
Because he's lonely too, lonely enough
And it's one of those nights where no one wants to be alone
As the stars pour into a gloomy sky
He feels worthless, but cared for
Blogging inspired by "Tonight" by Kate Walsh
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