"Last Call At 2 A.M."
She came in late
Thoughts lingered in her head
"I've never kissed lips so soft," she whispered
To no one in particular
Lucinda had left the back door open
With a note that smelled of wine and perfume
"Come see me sometime," it read
She imagined what it would be like
To lay in bed and feel vulnerable
Next to someone so much like her
Lucinda was so close
Her roommate felt a sudden tightness in her stomach
And felt a sweltering rush of butterflies
"If I could just hold her hand and look into her eyes," she said
As she stood there under moonlit sky
While raindrops soaked her to the bone
Waiting for one last call
The clock read 2 A.M.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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