Midnight,
I chain smoked Marlboros with a stranger
then threw my hands around his neck,
stood on my tip toes,
and kissed him on the porch.
And I didn't think of you once.
I danced on a table to Christina Aguilera,
blacked out then splashed red wine on a white wall.
Lost at beer pong, took too many pictures
with my digital camera.
Then promptly broke it.
But you were far from my mind,
wherever you were.
Even hungover in the bleak light of January 1st,
I'd forgotten how you'd broken my heart.
That was the first time in twelve miserable months
that I knew I would be okay someday.
And I was right.
