Sighs and Irresponsibility

Last night was, in your words, fucking brutal.
I'm waiting for another night where you tell me
you want me to be here.

I don't know how long I'll stay,
all I know is that I'll hold you forever.

That is, if you let me this time.

I'm so glad you found me sitting there,
because you know that I would have hid from you
all night.

I still remember everything you said--
between the drinks, between the touches--
I still remember you saying
how much you love me.

And I saw you feel everything for me
in one glimpse of your face,
hidden in black lights and cigarette smoke.

I know you saw me smile, like you said you wanted to see.
I wonder how much of your drunken ramblings
you'll still hold to in the morning.
I wonder if you'll recall the whispering.

At least it'll be an interesting day.