I Fear

the most meaningful night in a year, the kiss in my ear right before you disappeared.
As always I should think nothing of this, you were drunk, but I was delusional. It's just sad I am yet to be disenchanted from that evening, so grossly devoid of meaning. I had just about allowed myself to forget what it was like to have someone listen to what you're saying, or to not have to explain. I wish you were sober, like I wish this were over. What if I had gone inside? It's just not fair at all that you got to stand in my living room, my bedroom. Some people feel no repercussions, some people feel nothing at all. I feel everything, I just want to stand in your room.