Unfinished But Finished

Note: Coming across this was a bit of a surprise–I don't remember writing it. I assume I meant to write more, but am glad I didn't; I like it just like this.

I am thinking about those late, drunken nights when you'd worked all the angles and talked all the talk, but still every pair of legs has walked out of your reach, except mine. Then we'd catch a cab, and fumble with wallets and 20s, and then through the gate and the door and two flights of harshly-lit stairs to your apartment.