ginger ale afternoon

i've arrived to late
and beating my shoulder

a purple line across my back.

i wish we could begin each night
without warning
but they stumble upon us.

i remember when i felt like shit
the other morning and called you.
i don't know. maybe just to talk
i don't know what about exactly
but we did talk about sleeping alone.

i can credit you with saving me.
at least for now.