trepidatiously,
I met up with Morgan
in Decatur,
where I proceeded to tell her
why her and I never were.
it was because of another
her, with whom I fell
madly and stupidly in love;
like a cave, you know who she is,
because I have written about her
middle name more than thrice.
the universe is beyond me,
and six years ago
lightning struck my stupid chest
making me stay at work
and fall and cut my pinky.
I am sorry,
for not kissing you
south of Central Park,
but timing is dangerous
and danger is all about time.
apologies to that whiskey brand,
who I was supposed to work for that night,
and the free marketing work they
were gonna get.
instead, I kicked my friends out,
because they saw her, too,
and then I milked the midnight shift
hard in the owner and the other tender,
whose name I can't remember,
because I only remember her
I am sorry Morgan,
wrong place and wrong time,
Instagram, and wrong love,
KJ are the still the initials
I would risk it all for,
and end this sentence with
a preposition.