Waking up next to you,
and you're embarrassed to be here.
We sit outside smoking,and I smile.
But you don't.
I doubt you'll be back but that night-
we did rails and mixed Goldschläger in plastic cups-
and the next morning, still in our jeans and jackets,
you wake up, embarrassed again.
You knot your tie, and I knot mine.
And we sit outside, smoking, and I smile.