Commiseration

We were both lost and broken
And had given up hope when
we met one another

Tequila told the truth
As we conversed in that booth
and got to know more of the other

The more we chose to share
Of life and love being unfair
The closer we soon became

The bar lights gleamed bright
What to do with the end of our night
Both of us the lonely same

We ended up falling tipsy into bed
But became better friends instead
and it's been oh so nice

You've since asked what of him I've missed
Was it the way he and I kissed
His heat melting my ice?

Was it his smile or his charm
the ease in which he disarmed
my defenses - one two three?

The way he unmasked my disguise
sturdy shovels for eyes
digging down to the deep of me...

I gave it thought, honest and true
I'd not want to lie to you
my newest cohort in loss

I tried to put into words
The tumbled thoughts which occurred
And all I could say was -

"The ease in which we spoke
the stupid silly jokes
I miss his sad rueful grin.

The way he made me feel
Seen, accepted, and real
My qualities and my sins...

I miss how he made me believe
in forgiveness and reprieve
That I had been absolved.

But mostly, I miss my friend
I miss what could have been
How we could have evolved."

With commiseration you gave a sigh
No more talk for tonight
Quietly we took our leave

I can't help but think of him still
Against my best wishes and will
I remain unrelieved.