My breath's still in his hands.
My pulse's still trapped under his touch.
Like he knows I’m close.
And I am.
Just outside,
smoking it all down
with the street between us.
The one I'm not crossing.
8 /PIECE OF MY HEART
JANIS JOPLIN
// NOV 02, 8:47 PM - EAST VILLAGE, NYC //
I thought the first night was a one-off.
The second night, a coincidence.
But by night five,
I realized he could be waiting for me.
Ten nights have passed.
I’m not stalking him.
I’m on myregulareight o'clock stroll.
I’m not wearing shades in the dark just so I can watch him.
'Cause that would be pathetic.
Each time, he happens to be here again.
Two coffees, one untouched.
Always around this time.
Always the same table.
Always alone.
Always looking good
from the other side of the street.
And every night he waits,
another piece of my heart splits off
and runs right for him.
