The night starts to trickle on down
I at last prepare for bed.

Orange velvet couches
You kissed me so softly, like you
Must have meant it.

I feel like
Maybe we both know
I hope
That it could have been handled better.

Like I often do
In or out of interest, love
I imagine you
Sitting on your bar stool
Swooping by you
And the way your eyes looked back into mine
The night we met.

I felt a brief wave of excitement
And today, last night
It all came tumbling down
You stood tall like a column
Not ready for me to go
Unsure of what you wanted
I was.

Your hair is beautiful
Your face is too
I felt so giddy
Even in my exhausted state
Looking at you across the table.

I said I was sorry
I meant it
Coiled up like a snake in between
The thin sheets of a bed.

How do I directly learn
And do better from this.