Something Borrowed

It wasn’t mine to keep, so I gave it back.

No one knew I had it

So I thought about keeping it

But I knew I’d just hurt myself

Or break it

Or something





So I put it back where it belonged

And then I cried a little.

But the world didn’t stop spinning.

The sky didn’t fall.

Nobody died.

And 5:00 still came with a rum and coke.




I call that a win.