St. Patrick’s Day
We hung out on St. Patrick’s Day
It was cold
Despite all the booze lying around
We didn’t get drunk
By the time we got to the bridge
The one that attaches Greenpoint to Long Island City
It was late
We never crossed that bridge
Long Island City sucks
Eventually we got back
Ate some Polish pastries
And watched some old Simpsons episodes
We felt close to each other
I miss you terribly
I like ‘we’ more than ‘me’