reservations

[ a picture and a poem - day fourteen ]

i thought i wanted
sunday dinners
on a new side of town
every single week.
i thought i wanted maps
and having some direction,
seeing a shooting star.
i thought i wanted
exotic accents and
independent films,
movie dates to
"the cinema."
i thought i wanted
culture.
i was afraid
i didn't have enough.
i thought i wanted
polaroid prints of
us in the morning,
scattered 
on hardwood floors.
i thought i wanted
a vintage find,
a bowtie for you
a broche for me,
slow dancing in the dark.
i thought i wanted 
to learn how to love
something new
again.