I remember dancing in your living room,
built to spill over the stereo
as you pull me closer.
Under the spell, I slip into
baited breath and kiss your lips.

I bet you never think about that.

I remember the night you came crawling
following a losing battle to happy hour,
to too much tequila. “I’m going to miss you,”
escapes with your last exhale before
falling asleep, and I kiss your forehead in reply.

I bet you never think about that.

I remember the bar on my birthday,
going round after round between
you and my best. You leave abruptly,
but I call you back, and we kiss
beneath the lights on broad street.

I bet you never think about that.

I remember the last day of the third try,
our best shot, before the predictable retreat.
Nevermind, the ominous rain, a myriad
of signals, and I chose to ignore them,
save the final kiss received only out of routine.

I bet you’ve all but forgotten about that.

— Kissing you goodbye