She Said—no! Poem by kenneth william snow

This is the problem
I go drinking...
let me explain,
I'm in a merry mood, I’d like to stay out all night

'Come with me and run wild through the night,
let's not waste anymore time with this useless banter'

I certainly didn't expect...

So here he is, in the cab, staring at me
saddened by the turn of events

in the morning I shall be sober,
completely immersed in my morbid thoughts

I look in the mirror
I don't do hate, it's a waste of time
I can run no longer.