You had started to really try
but I remember being done.
we were so touch and go
so volatile.
It’s not about the last time I saw you.
not about those years we never talked.
I still don’t know why I picked up
but you told me a time
a place
and it was enough
As you came through the room
the breath became collective
hanging like an icicle about to thaw and fall
I hoped you didn’t notice the shaking of my frame when we embraced. (To stand so tall, when in fact in ruins. Oh it was so like you.)
On my second drink, I asked if you were happy
If you could finally sleep the whole night through
If you ever thought of what could’ve become of me and you
the next morning I stood at the door
my hand resting on the **** that you’d just touched
I knew I would see you again
whether that be today
tomorrow
three years from now
and that's enough.