Waking up next to you,

and you're embarrassed to be here. 

We sit outside smoking,and I smile.

But you don't.

I doubt you'll be back but that night-

we did rails and mixed Goldschläger in plastic cups-

and the next morning, still in our jeans and jackets,

you wake up, embarrassed again.

You knot your tie, and I knot mine.

And we sit outside, smoking, and I smile.