I brought you flowers
borrowed from the bank,
but mostly from the generous
unwatched landscaping flanking
its 6pm closed doors
on the walk to your place
and I shouldn't have
done shots
of crystal clear gin
before heading out
to meet you for a late lunch,
and I wouldn't have
except for the fact
that I know how
pissed you'd be if
I didn't at least try
to show you I cared enough
not to show up
smelling like defeat.
