so there was you, and there was me,
there was a bar
and there's nothing much else to state
except the obvious
so you said...
you said, "don't worry about it,
it's the drinks, or the talk, or the intimacy of the rain,
but we're like ships in the night,
losing ourselves to the night, and lost in the morning,
so just hold me and don't worry"
and I didn't

and I woke up
and there was just
the shape of you left on the bedsheets
like the outline of a corpse in a crimescene
dead and long gone
like ripples made
from a boat
passing from one point
to another like
ships in the night