The 3am curse

I drank
A double of inattentiveness
With a single cube of ambiguity
And woke up
Panicked
I missed something

I rolled
Lamented to my pillow
About the slow perception of incongruity
Punched the bed
Damn!
I couldn't remember

Last night
He smiled
He dawdled
He did something different
Wrote on the bill
Handed it to me
Instead of saying what I owed
And I
Distracted
Disgruntled
Dreading the
Long
Ride
Home
Dropped the bill and
Focused on the circled 44

Months
Of patience
Forbidden flirting
Finally
Two handwritten linesldots
What did they say?
Only he
And the glass
Left empty at the bar
Know.