The Party

you called me “babe” 

and I could tell you liked

the sound of it

because you repeated it 

over and over.

“babe. babe. babe.”

dozing off on Sona’s bed

in the

middle of the party.

heavily intoxicated

from a healthy mixture

of love and booze.

I kept trying to get you to drink water,

and while offering many bribes,

you would only drink it

If I asked you, "just drink it for me."