It's Thursday 26th
And I know

I wish I knew since the first time I saw you,
Last Thursday,
two weeks ago

I was squinting trying to see through the cigarette smoke our friends were submitting into the crisp evening air
trying to catch a glimpse of you

I remember the burn of the alcohol in my chest and the uncontrollable beating of my heart and the feeling of urgent adolescence
I downed as much liquid confidence as I could

You didn't pay much attention to me that night,
Hardly noticed me at all

Though it's Thursday 26th now
And thank god I know
That you had been the one squinting through the smoke at me
Last Thursday,
*three weeks ago