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Innocence
My moral compass was pointing south tonight
So I followed.
It led me straight to where I wanted to be.
I entered through the mirrored double doors
Then through a solid one.
I was in.
It was dimly lit
The cigarette smoke instantly removed ten years from my life.
I made my way to my favorite spot.
It's upstairs, dark but still in sight of the stage.
Just as I was starting to tire,
The barely understandable man with the microphone,
Utters a name.
It can't be????
At least not the same girl.
I mean damn it's been how long?...6 years?
So I sit back down
And wait for her to appear on stage.
I see her perfect body standing at the jukebox.
She's making her music selections.
Her flowing sandy hair
Reaching just beyond her shoulders.
I knew it was her before she turned around.
I darted from my seat to the side of the stage.
I don't remember my feet touching the stairs on the way down.
There I sat hoping that she remembers me the way I've never forgotten her.
She makes her way around the stage.
She stops at me.
Her clothes already plucked from her body.
She wraps her legs around my neck
She slides that perfect cunt up to my face.
I didn't look though
I couldn't peel my eyes from hers.
She could've been fully clothed for all I knew.
You see, we had a history.
A history written long before she started dancing.
A history that involved a couple of kids
Bonding while rolling silverware in napkins at IHOP.
She was a waitress there and a good one.
She was gorgeous, smart, funny, and kind.
I would always sit in her section
And over time our friendship blossomed
Like a morning glory, and vanished like one too.
I was a pussy, one thing went wrong
I tucked my tail and ran.
I ran like a dog who just shit on the carpet after it was cleaned.
The years passed and things changed.
But I could never forget her, no not her.
She was different.
I saw her a few years later on my first trip to the club.
She was smaller and her hair was shorter.
She recognized me right away and we started talking.
We ended the night with a lap dance (her idea).
I would've been content just talking.
So the years had flown again.
This meeting waiting twice the last.
As our eyes gazed in unison.
I reached deep into the depths of my mind,
But not as far as I thought I would,
To bring back those fleeting memories of long ago.
And for a moment I felt my Innocence return,
Again.
