This is not a good poem
it is merely a collection
of scattered thoughts
that match my disorganized mind

I came home
You were one of the few people
That I secretly hoped to see

Next thing I remember
I was holding your hand
needing you to hold mine too
hands on your chest
purple dress shirt
A summer full of pent up
attraction
(for me)
(for you? Probably not)
finally
put to action
Recklessly and carelessly

I valued the friendship
the innocent connection
of our similarities
tears of laughter
and mutual respect
and now this event
has caused me some
uncertainty

It was passionate
Maybe I don't regret it
Probably I regret not remembering
How it even happened in the first place

What did I do?
I closed my eyes
the world disappeared
and when I opened them
I was looking at you
my lips inches from yours
I discovered that
you are a good kisser

be flattered that I chose you
It doesn't happen often
know that I am still
quite fond of you
And sometimes my thoughts
Travel to that drunken night once a year
when everything is excusable
and I was happy just to be with you
and even happier that you chose me too