love - 9
You and I held hands over fingers of bourbon
as in the background played the saddest song in the shape of a woman
in a tune we well remember.
I really thought you were beautiful, and I still had your number
I think I would call tonight.
You were glad I did.
We both like to reminisce, it seems.
Every now and again we needed something familiar,
and I guess we supposed that we'd do.