Musings by The Poet Loriet
One Week
"It's been one week since you looked at me,
threw your hands in the air and said you're crazy."
~Barenaked Ladies~
I saw you last seven days ago
when I was too easily reassured
by your beautiful smile.
Since then, I got a tan.
My hair is permed,
ringlets in a halo
around my face.
I've bought new clothes,
and lost fifteen pounds.
I can't eat.
At first, I couldn't sleep.
But now, it's all I do.
You rocked my world.
Now you just shake it.
I may look damn good,
but I feel like hell.
Seven days,
one week,
and you wouldn't
know who I was if
we passed in the supermarket.
Once, you memorized
every freckle
on my body.
Now, I'm merely
another forgotten stranger.
Lost girl.
Aisle seven.
Lori Beal
threw your hands in the air and said you're crazy."
~Barenaked Ladies~
I saw you last seven days ago
when I was too easily reassured
by your beautiful smile.
Since then, I got a tan.
My hair is permed,
ringlets in a halo
around my face.
I've bought new clothes,
and lost fifteen pounds.
I can't eat.
At first, I couldn't sleep.
But now, it's all I do.
You rocked my world.
Now you just shake it.
I may look damn good,
but I feel like hell.
Seven days,
one week,
and you wouldn't
know who I was if
we passed in the supermarket.
Once, you memorized
every freckle
on my body.
Now, I'm merely
another forgotten stranger.
Lost girl.
Aisle seven.
Lori Beal
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