you have 12 missed calls and you can't decipher any of the texts you sent after 10 pm,
you can't find your keys, the room smells like vodka,
there's a pile of clothes on the floor you don't recognize,
the screen has mysteriously disappeared from your window,
you can't remember whether or not you talked to a public safety officer at some point,
your clothes are stained, your legs are bruised and there's mascara all over your face and pillow,
and yet you can't stop smiling to yourself all morning,
and no matter how much you think about it, you just can't bring yourself to regret anything about last night,
that is what i'm going to miss,
and that is what's going to keep me from thinking about how much i'm going to miss it.
