Day Drinking

when my body is at the point of exhaustion 

and my brain is a scattered mess

which we both know is nothing unusual 

my heart still beats your name

The bartender must have thought we were insane

middle of the afternoon on a Thursday

it felt like we were the only two people inside an Irish pub

and you could feel my body wanting to jump out of my dress 

when you ran your hands down my side

and I could feel your entire being pressed against me

I let you pay the tab 

and told you I'd meet you outside 

but I took the back door 

and you took the front 

I can't remember how I got home 

but I remember thinking cold pickles and gin were a good idea

and falling asleep naked to reruns of Parks and Rec

and dreaming of all the lives we almost lived 

and on dark days when I think I could maybe be over it

I wonder if maybe I might ever find you again 

and I need to know to keep this heart beating 

for another four hundred years 

if that's what it takes because I still owe you half a tab 

and at least one more lifetime