This is that awkward bit
where I should ask, although I’m a little scared
or maybe just a little wary,
whether you really meant last night
or whether they were all just
wet-words
from tears and beers and fears
of being alone on so dark a night.
Opening your eyes, you rolled over to face me.
I said ‘Hi’
(Oh so important is what you say next)
You smiled
and I got up to make you a single slice of toast.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 