After Hours

It lasted maybe ten seconds. That was plenty.

I expected a divorce conversation. I got something else.

He remembers my drink. My husband forgets I am there.

I thought she wanted a confrontation. She poured wine.

Now I am embarrassed by how much I liked it.

I knew the blinds were open. That is the problem.

The conference ended at five. We stayed until morning.

Same first name. Very different group chat.

One voice note and I was twenty nine again.

It was the best date we have had in years.