Karen

you never judged me.
we were both outcast,
beaten down at a young age,
by what?
i'm not sure.
you came closer to humanity,
then any of these women ever will.
i could show up on your doorstep,
at 3am.
drunk,
with a six pack of beer,
and some gummy bears.
welcoming me with open arms,
and when i was too drunk to remove my clothes,
you would remove them for me.
we never hugged while sleeping,
but i could feel your warmth radiating
off of you
and breathing in your scent
made my brain mad
with laughter.
you were my lush,
and i was the drunk,
together,
roaming bars,
consuming like thieves.
pinning you to the floor
in the middle of the living room
and removing your clothes
piece
by
piece
slowly letting momentum build in us,
and the night would flame
with that eternal fire.
rug burns marked with lust.
in the morning,
over coffee,
we'd talk about anything,
and mid sentence,
i would stop,
and see you,
gazing at me,
with love in those big brown eyes.
my insides would melt
and my heart would tug at me.
my heart tugs now,
it tugs at me,
because those moments are burned into my brain,
and although your last day here,
i was at another woman's house,
i secretly wished i would of made the right choice,
and stuck by you.
the way you stuck by me.
i knew what was right,
what i should be doing,
and where i should of gone,
but i lied
to you
and didn't listen to my heart.
when you fly home pretty bird,
i'll be waiting for you at the gate,
with flowers
gummy bears
and open arms.
i know for you and i
it's never
"too late"