I was four beers deep
when I thought to myself
maybe I shouldn’t have had
those four beers.
Maybe I should have
apologized to you
instead.
So I rode my bike
to get a pack of cigarettes,
and think it over.
Then I took a shower,
to wash away the smoke,
and think it over.
I sobered up.
And then I drove North.
I’m still not sure why you waited for me after work.
I apologized as we smoked in the moist march night.
Apparently
I’m just bad luck,
you pointed out,
when your car wouldn’t start.
We waited for the wires to charge the battery.
I felt like I could have waited forever.
You were so impatient to get moving.
You thanked me for the jump.
I’m still sorry.