not very good 21.10

i’m reminded of the time

when i stumbled, drunk

all the way from my bar to your restaurant.

i was unsure of my intentions

but all i could think of was you,

all consuming,

taking all of my brain.

i burst through the door after closing

sprinting to your open kitchen.

you looked shocked to see me here

after 11pm.

all i could muster was ‘cigarette?’

and you nodded.

and there we sat

on the outside seating

freezing

in december.

drinking peroni out of takeaway cups

and chain smoking.

i couldn’t bring myself to tell you i was in love with you

i still can’t to this day.

i wonder if you’ll ever know

WORD OF THE DAY: bella “italian for beautiful”