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
destroyed
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
2 replies on “that last night together”
How do you make words do exactly what you want like his! Your last line just resonates, echoes.
We all regret, at one time or another, leaving prematurely. How life changing those small voiced décisions were.
Regards
Dan