And that night, we laid half-drunk
in our friend's mother's bed
I, in my trousers
You, in your shorts
We whispered softly
and I held you close
I gripped your hand
and you cradled my heart
I said "If this is the only thing
that will ever happen between us,
I'll still be happy"
We fell asleep and awoke
three hours later; the next morning
I took you out for pancakes and we sat in silence
and you acted as if nothing ever happened.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 8:33 PM UTC
And that night, we laid half-drunk
in our friend's mother's bed
I, in my trousers
You, in your shorts
We whispered softly
and I held you close
I gripped your hand
and you cradled my heart
I said "If this is the only thing
that will ever happen between us,
I'll still be happy"
We fell asleep and awoke
three hours later; the next morning
I took you out for pancakes and we sat in silence
and you acted as if nothing ever happened.
Request permission to use this poem