You remember that time
when we left the club
to get some pizza across the street
and we sat on the chilly street
as we noshed on our sizzling slices?
You told me why you chose New York
and I told you how I could never get away
and you asked about my history
and I asked about your writing style
and we laughed for a bit?

Do you remember what I said
and you replied that didn’t think I was that strange
and we hugged for 9.3 seconds
before it started to sprinkle
and we dashed back across the avenue
to the confines of the club
and somehow got separated
until we drifted back to our respective cliques?

I don’t know when your boyfriend came in
but I think it was around then
and I then you guys disappeared for a while.
Did you leave for the night?
Did you happen to hear
the things I said
after closing
when I’d gotten into the scotch?
Do I have anything to apologize for?
And
do I owe you anything for the pizza?