It was the sort of dawn when the
Clouds were jagged and heavy with
Rain-soaked regret,
So you and I with our downcast eyes made
The smallest footsteps on our long journey home.

You would find me drinking champagne on basement stairs
Looking through the cracks in the floorboards
Counting the number of times we had been here.

I was tangled in your sheets before,
I was pulling my hair out by breakfast.

I cried and you pretended not to hear, just rolled over and
Looked out the window, mumbled something about
How bad the weather might be later
Mumbled something about kissing me
But I am not sure if it was regretful or
Nonchalant.
We walked down to the water and I told you
There was no way in hell I would be here tomorrow.
You kinda laughed.

You were right about New Year’s.

My dress was too short and I was too easily persuaded to
Follow you anywhere.  To lie to my mother.
And we awoke to a dawn that made me think about the movies,
where you cry but it ends up so happy.

The rain came flooding through the doorway
All blue and grey behind you.  Without an umbrella I
Walked to my car.
I thought you might be watching
I turned to find you gone again.