sunday afternoon

sunday afternoon
I'm lounging in front of the tv
like normal people do
on a cool breezy Sunday afternoon
(rare occurrence on this part of the world)
Sting was performing a concert on MTV
(he's quite a spunk, that old boy.)

I try to stay engrossed
his songs
other than that overplayed Police/Puff Daddy hit
are actually quite nice,
I think to myself.
(he's quite a spunk, that old boy.)

I try to stay engrossed.

but all I want to do
on this cool Sunday afternoon
is close my eyes
and make my brain
tiptoe heavily over the ridges
sink breathily in the grooves
nitpicking over the ruts
of the manymany things we used to do.

because yesterday (Saturday)
at the mall
I saw someone
who looked almost like you.
then I realized
shockingly
I am way long
from getting over you.

(I miss you.)
(note to Sting: not you.)