Ode to Emily

I am sorry Emily.
For losing your gloves.
At the game.
When I was two sheets to the wind.
And off we are sailing again.

You were kind enough to gather a smile for me.
When my dumb ass hugged and squeezed you in the wintery mix.
Apologizing.

If it makes thee feel better.
I karate kicked myself in the mirror that day.
And had many concerned drunk people laughing at me.
Without a friendly face in sight.

We danced like hippies in the night.
With random strangers.
To the tune of the Faces Oh La La.
And grubbed on Burke sushi that rocked.

I packed my suitcase after a small vomit.
Napped and I was on another plonit.
Back in LV.
Where months went by before...
I remembered the score.

Emily 1
Carla 0

You are my zen-like hero.

I owe thee gloves ;0