Tyler Knight

One Market
Drinks flowing
Her friends, not mine
Screwdriver, jingling ice; my crutch
Surrounded
Alone

Time creeps slow
Strong urge to flee
Compromise who I am for her
I love her
Still

He walks in
The banter stops
Movie-star smile and sanguine stride
I know it’s
Him

Straight to her
Kiss on the cheek
Those cocksuckers think I don’t know
I shake his
Hand

Stomach burns
Dutch courage smile
Cold water splash in men’s room sink
Time to let
Go

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