In The Lodge
It's hard to believe It's been six years, If I'm correct in My reading Between vague lines And if there's any truth Behind the icons Red on blue Atop the screen In the Social Network, Since we shared A moment that should Have been forbidden By all the usual standards And the rules Expected of friends or exes. But despite passing time I still Cannot help but recall The thrill, the elation Of how it felt, extreme, Not because it May have been wrong But because it Was electric and exciting, And despite the years That have passed since And the lingering fact That it Should never Have happened At all With you Too close a friend And me Grieving, And believing that you Were taken too, Despite that, tonight I remember you well, And me drunk under lights, A cheap line, Pressing our lips, Seconds of time, And then never A hint Of anything else.