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

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