With both of your hands
And all your weight against the bathroom sink,
You somehow manage to meet the gaze
Of your own reflection
Drenched in yellow luminescence.
And as I lay with bloody knuckles
in a crumpled heap of intoxication,
Your eyes shift to me
Though you avert them when you see
That mine are still open.
Open, and glazed, but just clear enough to see you
See me for a precious moment
Before you take her hand,
Step into your bedroom,
And close the door
On all we should have done
And all that could have been