Lovers pass drunk in the night

My breaking point. Singing in hymns. He texted me at midnight. And I was ready fast. Waiting. Wet. And thirsty. But I woke up the next day: I was sober and numb. I would travel the earth with you, she said, if our timelines had aligned. But they didn’t. And they won’t. Two minutes too late. And I sit here wondering what went wrong. Within me.