Near the end
we swore eternal fealty,
that no matter what happened
we would always stay in touch
and maintain the sturdy relationship
we had at the start

except we had no relationship
at the start.
We met at the bar,
fell into bed
and then into patterns
that lasted mere weeks
before they all fell apart

which happened to our promises
as well.
So six radio silent years later,
should it be any surprise
that I find you
randomly
on pub crawl,
recently divorced
and seeking some escape?
I had missed you in the meantime

and wished I had been there
when you’d needed someone
but perhaps
taking you home
on accident
in the midst of your drunken downward spiral
was really more our speed, anyway.
May I

offer you another drink?