You kissed me but it wasn't urgent,
it wasn't passionate and it wasn't
hurried like it was the last
even though it probably was.
I just wanted to hold you.
Press my nose to your jumper and smell you,
and pull you so close to me, I could sink into your skin
and you could carry me around in your chest.
You were tired though,
you didn't care I hadn't shaved my legs
or that I stank of brandy,
and when I said I missed you
you didn't say "me too"
just laughed as your warm body pressed me into the seat of your car.
But I could love you if you let me,
and you could love me if you tried.