we met out on a whim,
my best friend had been fucking yours
late night after the bar.
i was told to be quiet as i walked
down the stairs
not to wake your exhausted frame
that was sprung out on the couch.
but drunk me can be a mess
and with my best friend in tow
we were a complete wreck.
she had fallen behind me down
the stairs and yelled out "my tit"
and i held my breath
hoping you were still fast asleep
but right as i reached a hand to pick her
up and stifle a giggle your raspy voice
muttered "you okay?"
your tone had me frozen -
stuck in a trance within your verbal embrace
but reyna was way too embarrassed and
ran out the front door with my hand
in tow.
YOU ARE READING
with whiskey on our breath
Poetrybecause there's that one moment in life where you meet someone and wonder, "where the fuck have you been all my life?" this was - is our moment. © christine marie.
