Is it a problem
She asks
If she drinks
Alone at home,
This after
I told her
I could not
Get a drink
With her
That night,
And all
That has transpired since,
The drinks
We eventually
Did have together,
(and maybe even
Those we had apart)
And the bars
We went to
And the one
I left her in,
Both of us
On the edge
Of something
Maybe neither
Of us understood, and how much
(and often)
I needed
To drink along
And at home,
Wondering if
She was
Doing so, too.
I think back
That that
Lonely trek
Up the hill
And wonder
How much less
Might have
Transpired had
I stayed,
Cuckhold
A side show
How crushed
I might have felt
If she’d left
With the bartender
Instead of me
Or with
The German couple
For a three some
Or all five
For an orgy,
Oh,
How twisted my mind
Gets when I
Drink alone
At home.
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