let there be lightheartedness!

i saw you in my house last night.
woke up with a two-day hangover,
and there you were,
sitting on the edge of the bed.

your naked back was to me,
and your ass pressed into the memory foam.
i mumbled your name and reached,
but i couldn't get to you.

son of a bitch, will you stop this haunt?
i bet if you came to me in the daytime,
i'd laugh at how your hairline, waistline changed:
less of this, more of that, perhaps.

i might slap you once for all the things we never said.
then again, i might buy you a shot and tell you
i'm trying to forget. but i'll give you tequila
because i remember how you hate it.

you outta know i loathe to wake and find you in the dark.
next time you sneak in and ruin my sleep,
i'll roll over and pretend you're not there,
the way i did the last time i saw you in the light.

(anyway, i can't trust a man who won't drink tequila)