I meant one drink
but maybe you knew
that’s not what I really meant
maybe you knew that I meant
make me a fixture in your life
again.
I don’t care what you do with me,
where you put me
you can have me any way that
you would want me:
spine hung crooked on the bathroom wall
at least so I can watch you undone
in the morning
or
folded neatly in your dresser drawer
at least so I can still smell
you living
I meant one drink
but maybe you knew
that’s not what what I really
meant
maybe
you never even wrote me back
so I could just
mourn the loss of losing you
again
and again
and again
so I could just
let the loss fall heavy
into an empty glass
I don’t care what you do with me,
where you put me, you can have
me any way
that you would want me:
even if
that means never wanting
me again
even if that means
we still can’t be friends
even if
that means I am incapable of
ever accepting that this is the end—
you could have me
could have
me
could
have.