My Long Pink Skirt

I'm still wearing that long pink skirt

The one that clings to all my curves

I know you like the way it moves when I walk

I put it on late Thursday night

After we made love

I might not take it off ever again

You pulled it off me Friday as the sun rose

You tossed it on the floor with no regard

I wrapped my arms and legs around you

I wrapped you in feelings I can't express

One last time we climbed together, achieving

The highest peaks of pleasure

Only true love could bring such intense climax

I pray one day I'll be in your arms again

I picked my long pink skirt up off the ground

Slid it over my hips. The material softly clings the way you like

As I curled up on the couch with my legs tucked underneath, I noticed a tiny spot on my long pink skirt

A tiny stain that normally would gross me out and make me change. But on Friday morning I kept it on

I was wearing my long pink skirt when you walked out the door

And when your plane landed in your new life

I was wearing it last night when you called

Now it's Saturday afternoon and I'm waiting to hear from you

I'm in the same spot and the same clothes as when you left

I haven't taken a shower

I haven't brushed my hair

I have this stupid thought running through my head.

That right now I've got your scent on me

That the taste of you lingers still on me

And if I wash it off, that will be the end

So I sit in the same spot, in the same clothes

Falling into depression

I need more than just memories and superstitions and my OCD

I need to get up, get showered, get going

and throw this long pink skirt into the wash

But I won't, I know I won't, not until you call