Tequila Contract

Friday AM
and I’ve still got lime on my tongue,
heading towards the commuter line
humming a song I’ve always hated
thinking about

Thursday, PM,
and what you said at your leaving do
about how I’d make ‘such a great dad’
and if you weren’t settled by 35
you’d come back and marry me.

At the time
I remember saying, ‘I can’t wait 13 years
to be pulled in case of emergency’
but now there’s only 12 years, 364½ days to go
and our salty hands did shake on the deal.