"Standing in the front yard, telling me how I'm such a fool, talking bout how I'll never ever find a man like you. You got me twisted."-Beyonce

Sometimes I miss the chiptole on Wednesdays. the curry cooked by somebody else. the loud Caribbean music.

the kisses that tickled my back. the reassurance of security. the notion of having a love for tomorrow even if it wasn't mine next June.

I miss it.

Until I remember my dignity and self-respect.

And then I don't miss it anymore.