campbell

The cute boy
standing in the corner
beside him sits a beer
one hand a shot
the other brushing
through his hair.
Last week
he's in your bed
this week
he can't say hello
who's wall is he holding up?
Survival
I smile,
and glance over at you once.
You're frowning,
lining up shots at the bar.

Who knew,
one evening
could lead into such a mess
Who knew
one gentlemen
was one gentlemenly
behavior less?

Decided upon
partaken in
and not quite understood

I take your hand,
escort you home
to take care of you
I would.
Should.
did.
Can't fathom
cute boy
with a cute girl on my arm.