One extra glass of merlot
And you came running.
You cried out those forbidden words
And I told you that you were drunk.
“Drunken words are sober thoughts.”
I think you had forgotten by the morning.
You wrote a poem for me
And I cried.
You said I brought out the best in you.
You dreamt that you awoke to find
A figure at the foot of your bed:
An angel.
You said you longed to walk hand-in-hand,
To hold me in the darkest hours of the morning.
Where are you now?
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
One extra glass of merlot
And you came running.
You cried out those forbidden words
And I told you that you were drunk.
“Drunken words are sober thoughts.”
I think you had forgotten by the morning.
You wrote a poem for me
And I cried.
You said I brought out the best in you.
You dreamt that you awoke to find
A figure at the foot of your bed:
An angel.
You said you longed to walk hand-in-hand,
To hold me in the darkest hours of the morning.
Where are you now?
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