i recall
that night
vividly:
the bar,
the drinks,
the walk home,
the turning point.
we arrived,
you showered.
i lay in bed,
drowsy, drunk,
but patient;
your presence
was enough.
the next morning
things had changed:
no longer
smiling, or
light-hearted,
but flooded
with guilt
and doubt.
you were
changed.
months later
i cannot forget.
i only hope
you recall
that night
and the nights
preceeding
as fondly
as i do.
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