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the film was a bust, but we stayed till the ending. hair all a mussed, but your clothes didn't look so bad. and back on the street the rain was descending in cold dirty sheets. so, under the awning we sat. and then you hailed yourself a yellow cab, and i sat for a time by the valets in line and i read what you wrote on the card: above a cowboy you drew a big talk balloon saying, "try not to take it so hard." but there's this nagging suspicion that won't leave me alone tonight. it’s just that everything i try to do, nothing seems to turn out right. we lay on our backs and stared at the ceiling; messed with your slacks, but ended up just holding your hand. the rain will remain, the tv was telling. a drip of the drain as your legs lift to brilliantly bend and falter resting on the ottoman. so, we turned off the tube and we crawled to your room leaving discarded clothes in our way. and we both had some fun, though i twice bit my tongue and it lasted too long for my taste. and there's this nagging suspicion that won't leave me alone tonight. it’s just that everything i try to do, nothing seems to turn out right. and there's this nagging suspicion that won't leave me alone tonight. it’s just that everything i try to do, nothing seems to turn out right. a wink and a wave and you're off to your families. i sit and watch as the taxi lights distantly fade. i guess i always thought it'd end this way.
steve i love you.