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 ****** 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