Dear Eddie

I’ve never been into you

You’re not my type at all

You’re a ladies’ man,

and I was never a fan

But today I can’t get you out of my head

I can’t remember the last time I saw you

Just two days ago, though, I dreamt about you

We ran into each other at H&M

After how many years!?

We locked eyes

and as I walked towards the fitting rooms

you followed right behind me

In an empty room—

no words exchanged—

you lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around you

You caressed my ass

I kissed your neck

You, 5’11 and strong

Me, 5’8 and meek

Faux-fucking with our clothes on

“I’ve always wanted to do this to you,” you finally said.

And then I woke up.

I guess I’ll lust after you for God knows how long thanks to this—

this damn dream

And I’ll think of all those days we sat next to each other

at church

and I never thought to let my knee touch your knee

Or those late nights you knocked on my bedroom window just to talk

and we talked and talked and talked to the early morning 
Maybe if I had invited you in

we could’ve talked and cuddled in bed instead

and made something,

you know?

You’re married now
and I wish you well.