Week 4

I spent the night
with a Celt in bed
and he wasn't you,
even when I closed my eyes.

He was close, though.
He sang to me
like I imagined you would,
and kissed my lips
and talked about life, the universe,
and how we fit in it.

I could tell he liked me
and he could tell I liked you,
and maybe liked him a little too.
Perhaps it was a sign I should have moved on
or perhaps it was a sign
that I should stay right here.

Either way, I got a taste of what it was like.
Me and you,
and it was good.