Last Night

Last night howling in my head

like the twist of a knife –

The unsure awkwardness

The tequila soda ramblings

The dancing, sweating, eyes wide open

To the ifs, buts, whys that never end.

But it does, it will.

It all will one day.

So let’s meet again tonight under the stars lest it be our last.

 

 

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