The Fourth of July party is over.
The BBQ was good.
Spades was fun.
The crowd is leaving.
‘Cept me.
I’m waiting.
I’m lingering around.
I’m cleaning up plates like I’m trying to help but really…
I’m waiting.
For you,
To ask me-
When the last person pulls off
To stay.
And you did.
Right before ol’ girl,
The last hold out,
Who dusted the bookshelf
For no damn reason-
left
You pulled me to the side and said,
Sleep with me tonight.
She was probably playing the same tricky sticky game.
But I won.
And when you said it,
I acted.
I acted like-
I acted like it was your idea.
And I like your wife.
I like your kids.
I like you.
Which is why no one will ever know.
What we did.
After the party.
That one night.
Fireworks.
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