Jamez Sitings: An Undesired Muse

I wish I could stop thinking about him

Wish I’d left him standing there
On the other side of that wall

But no, I had to be nice.
Wanted to be inclusive.
“Join us”, I insisted. Truthfully.

I wasn’t particularly interested

Just didn’t want to be alien
With whom I was with.

Surprised and delighted
When we clicked.
So very much in common.

“Dude, you rock!” I affirmed.

I wish I could forget him.
Wish I’d never met him

He needed a tax, he said.
I offered a ride instead.

“Are you sure? It’s far.”
“That’s why I have a car: to go far.” I jested.
He smiled and accepted.

The conversation was was nice
Like the drive.
Smooth. Pleasant. Effortless.

I was charmed,
though not enthralled.

I sincerely
Was merely
Providing a ride home.

Surprised again
When he invited me in.

We shared a cocktail
And talked
About music and stars
About mutants and art
Personal history
Goals and dreams

His bookshelf thrilled me.
And then his kiss.

“I’m not saying anything is gonna happen
But would you like to stay the night?”

Of course, I would.
Of course, I did.

He held me.
Pulled me close.

“We’re gonna have so much fun!” he proclaimed.

My heart fluttered
And I believed him

His text the next day
Said he really enjoyed our time together.
The evening
The breakfast

I replied the same
Looking forward to more

Two months in
He’s never called.

3 months
deleted him from my phone

I wish I could forget his face

His name begins to fade