I was sipping sweet sorrow
right through his broken arrow.
Silly thoughts of sometime last January:
We proclaimed our willingness to leave
our lovers in padded karaoke kissing booths–
Then, shared more than a glass or two
behind frosted windows.
I still see him whenever I please,
but his pillow hair is made of dreams.
Originally posted on September 28, 2011 @ monochrome jade…