We were stumbling down an alley behind businesses and stone faced
dwellings for trendy young families and local hipsters. They were the kind
who bought their food from co-ops but didn’t volunteer. They drove expensive cars
they wore expensive clothes and their booze was so high brow
it swam into their hair lines. We were just kids. The leaves,
those tender little green things that turned the world sweet
in daylight, were casting shadows in the night. I showed you
the way they danced upon the asphalt as we made
our way to yet another party. You’d never noticed the ground
before. Not like that. You thought I was clever. Later
I was just another lost fool. Another loser you would
never think about, never care to know.
I was young then. I was foolish. I saw beauty and I conjured darkness.
I fucked your boyfriend. I am sorry. This is not some AA confession.
This is whiskey and memory
and the fact that you will never give me a chance to be
more than any of that.
© Tina Zabielski 2011-2019