But I know I just did.
You called, and suggested dinner.
My Stomach dropped, I’d seen so clearly in my head this would be a Bad idea,
But I found myself saying yes.
We ate and we joked; We laughed and we smoked.
We put a film on, and suddenly I slotted into your armpit as your hand slowly floated onto my waist.
Nothing had changed.
Apart from the fact we broke up.
You were on top of me. Or I was on top of you
until we were both on top of each other and naked in my bed.
Can you smell him on the sheets?
I know I can. I know that last night was our Final goodbye
And I know to some extent it’s sad.
This morning You cuddled me from behind at the kitchen table
And I knew you had to leave.
I cried, and I know I shouldn’t have.
You left, and I thought of you
And I thought of him. I thought of us, and then I thought of me.
I knew what would come when you invited yourself over,
But I said yes as I knew
That I shouldn’t have done that.