We ended up in a bar whose name I didn't know.
I had a black russian. You had something that you didn't like.
There was a pianist. He played silly love songs.Can't Help Falling In Love. If You Don't Know Me By Now.
I was all screwed up inside.
You weren't crying anymore. I felt like having
Another drink. I said that I wasn't ready. Not for this.
Not now. All screwed up inside. Had to sort myself out first.
Take some time. Nothing to do with you, I said.
I thought that this might be a good time to get drunk.
So we talked. For a long time. Until the pianist quit.
A saxophonist came on. If you get drunk, you can say
Anything you like. Or not say it. Nobody will know
whether you meant it or not. Nobody blames you
"Drinks on me, the next time." That was what I said.
When we were leaving. Just to see how you'd react
to the words. Next time.
I wasn't drunk.
Didn't get drunk after all. Didn't tell you
that I loved you.