romantic poetry / halsey

1.7

You telephoned me 1 am,
A weekday night.
Lack of patience in your hands.
No, not this time.
You smoked all my cigarettes.
I didn't mind.
Soft stains, red. A hotel bed.
Expensive wine.
I got lost 3 blocks from your room,
Hard to find.
You said "If I come back here soon,
Will you be mine?"
Your speech was fluid, eloquent.
It could have rhymed.
Everyone asks me where you went.
I'm doing fine.

Thanks for asking.