I kissed somebody.
In a chilly rainfall, on a lukewarm night
with slush on the streets and a yellow glow overhead
I - we - waited until it picked up
and it stopped being drizzle
and started being rain
and then kissed.
How was it?
None of your business, really.
I wanted to say
I'm sorry it had to be right at your apartment.
I didn't plan that.
I know
I know because you told me so many times
when you shouldn't have
I know that you were so certain you'd be my first
my first a lot of things
but you weren't.
And you never will be.
I'm sorry. I don't mean to be happy to spite you.
I just am.
Maybe with time you'll learn to be, for me.
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