Missed Connections I was trying on my wedding dress fifteen years later, and you came in and said why on earth did you keep that old thing? You were ducking out the door in a hurry and turned to say I love you in that color, but I had already left to drink my morning tea. All day I felt the rush of sex, the feeling of your hands between my thighs, but when I bent to kiss your neck, you said, I have some indigestion. You turned over in the black of night and took my hand against your chest, but all I wanted was the warmth of my own blanket. All I could dream of was sleep.
