It’s 5:46pm and I can’t help think of you asleep in my bed earlier.
So soft, sweet, with a bit of beer lingering on your breath.
We got drunk last night and talked in silly voices to each other.
Showed our favorite movies and kept saying “you’re missing it” when the other person couldn’t stop staring.
I woke up with salt on my lips, I had margaritas last night.
The salt must have seeped into my tongue.
For I spoke my truth to you and that was that.
So now here I stand, one barstool away from you.
Thinking of your sleepy face, that I will never have the pleasure of seeing again.
Because you wouldn’t choose me &
This time I did.








