Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

that last night together

i should have
stayed longer
that last night together

unable to recall why i was so insistent
about leaving at an early hour

i should have
another double shot of bourbon
and bashed to death my watch

but what a grand evening
had by all
with passersby whispering into a smile
as they gazed
at the glorious consensus we built

i should have
been on top of you in bed all night
a writhing muse
made of
hair breasts sweat
rising and falling

i should have
taken out my little eiffel tower notebook
my lavender sharpie
and scribbled a note
to be pressed against the taxicab window
as it rolled away

a confession in ink splayed

i wouldn’t mind spending
the rest of my life with you

i should have

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