Internal Pride Dies

I’m not proud of it.

Never have been.

There, I said it.

I found what I lacked

dangling by my corner of a memory

that I’d locked behind cobwebs

before my time with Angie began.

Life, well, my life anyway,

changed when I saw her suntanning

by the pool as the scorching rays bit her shoulders

and sunburns spread across her back.

I cried over the time we spilled wine

under a downpour of excuses

for why this, why that, or why the fuck am I even

giving Angie the time of day; that picturesque

internal dialogue that cradles the romance

we thought we’d lost, but we inched closer

on her mother’s couch,

our lips landed salty kisses,

quivering her lips as I traced my fingers

about her body; she released a sigh

that she didn’t know existed,

taunting autumn before fall swept

through this small town and gave us

more than we were looking for,

I’m not proud that it took me

this long to express what she already knew

that I loved her.

By Andy Cooper

From: United States

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