We sat on the balcony
drank a ****** good wine
I became drunk
we laughed hard and loud
and later we went onto the streets
to bars where I met D.
and I drank even more
so I wouldn't be able to recognize my own thoughts
and I couldn't
But somehow it slipped through
the feeling
the tiny, stupid feeling only for D.
At home I vomited
to get rid of the evening
it was just another Friday night.