wishin'

I am sitting in McSorleys
old ale house,
and you are propping up the bar
waiting for the beers.
you carry them over to us
and I ask for your pen.
I scribble the details of the man
I have met,
before I forget them.
I am thinking of his muscular torso
all the time that you look at me.
His powerful hands crossed
remind me of his strength.
I keeping thinking of him
and wanting him.
You are talking,
and I am looking past you.
What is he doing now I wonder?
You dont seem to care
even though you say you are trying to.
I see the woman you were
with these past years
in your eyes even now.
I cant stop thinking of him,
and I suppose
we are the same
you and I.
Are we too far
down this road
to make it work now?
I am staring at the tiled floor
and wondering what to do.
You are wearing that ring
I gave you
on your pinkie.
I have taken all my rings
from you
off my fingers.
You notice
- take my hand
and kiss my ring finger.
Yes I will wear my wedding ring again -
but not quickly.
The man at the bar
alone
has wide hips,
as wide as mine.
I see him turn to smile at me,
and I return his look.
He wants me,
but I love you
yetdesire another.
We leave there
and start up the street
passing others less confused.
Wishin' we could start over
but knowkng
too much has passed before.