Poem Two
Tonight, That I May Be
Her hair is a tousled mess
By the armchair lay her dress
When we met last night
And exchanged names and pleasantries
How was I to know we’d wake together bathed in sunlight
When we were complementary
Love is war
And war is hell
Shots from the bar
And shots that don’t go far
Love does all it can to compete
Those words from the hallway repeat
Making me wish you’d dressed
In all the appropriate attire
We were a mistake, set to retire
I knew
But couldn’t help feeling so blue
At the loss of you
Her hair is a tousled mess
By the armchair lay her dress
When we met last night
And exchanged names and pleasantries
How was I to know we’d wake together bathed in sunlight
When we were complementary
Love is war
And war is hell
Shots from the bar
And shots that don’t go far
Love does all it can to compete
Those words from the hallway repeat
Making me wish you’d dressed
In all the appropriate attire
We were a mistake, set to retire
I knew
But couldn’t help feeling so blue
At the loss of you
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