between the devil and the deep blue sea

pretty boy quite drunk apologizes. with his dark brown eyes he looks at me and asks if he can be forgiven for not forgetting my pink stringed bikini. he says he does not know how and will forever wonder if i had said yes that other drunken night, would it have been good. i wonder if it’s really worth his wait. he laughs when i say: i’m sure when i’m sixty, i’ll regret saying no to your body. “then are you sleeping with him?”, he nods towards dave by the bar. smiling, i take a sip of my beer. “i guess i’m the devil then,” he holds my hand for a moment and leans down to plant a kiss good night.

dave walks back to my side and links my arm with his. i lean my head on his chest, just below his chin. i know every night he finds it difficult to sleep. he still waits for her. and the aching in my heart stings as the evening grows deep.

pretty boy in the corner smiles. i’ve no answer for him.