Drunk on Love

And another one of mine:

I have no memory
Of things that were said.
How did we part?
On what note did it end?
I so wanted to remain a friend.

All I remember are your kisses.
The way I looked into your eyes.
Forgetting the golden rule;
Never pledge undying love
On the first date.

I'm sorry.
I was intoxicated.
With you.



Published in All Sorts, Edited by Helen McNally, Anchor Books, Peterborough (1993)