18 September 2019

I waited at a bar in downtown Tijuana,

A cool and clear Saturday night.

I took out a cigarette, lit it, and took one,

Two, three drags before taking a sip of my beer.

You came up behind me, tapped me on my shoulder

And startled me. You laughed at how easily I startle

And smiled, that smile.

We moved spots, had some shots, tequila and mezcal,

We wanted to dance, so we hit up a club, second

Floor, Bad Bunny, J Balvin, Guaynaa, it got too hot

So, we stepped outside. Fresh air. We smoked a cigarette each

And talked about our past selves, past others.

Disappointments, ghosting. We finished our cigarettes so

We moved on to the third spot. 80’s music, beer, and

Dancing drunk, singing buzzed; almost like the song.

Then, our eyes met, and I saw it, we both smiled.

Your arms rested on my shoulders; my hands rested

On your hips, we swayed back and forth by the

Dance floor in between the tables and chairs,

Like no one else was there. You dropped me off,

I hugged you goodbye, that’s all I could do.

Hearts take time to heal when they’re bent out of shape.