You said sorry
& so it all began again.
A little different-- it has been a year,
but completely the same. Wholly the same.
Like déjá vu
The clock striked midnight--
The day before St. Patty's.
You freshly single.
Last minute-- reckless-- plans at a bar
that are just an excuse
to be near each other.
Coy as fuck.
My friend leaves early-- we drink more.
You're upset about her.
You're infatuated with me.
You call me baby-- what does that mean?
is it meant for me?
Three years later-- we're still 18