the following morning
i returned to your house
to bring my friends – your roommate –
breakfast in hopes i'd cross your path.
i asked cash when you first moved in
if you just so happened to go to the bar too
if you were single, what your story was –
and all he gave me was "no no no"
"so much for being my wingman"
i pouted and drove back down the
highway
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.
