You wore your t-shirt inside out
making some kind of statement
and whispered about the lessons
you were learning from your older
woman. You leant in close
confessed you had abandoned
the religion of your childhood.
Free from guilt and the notion of sin
you were taking drugs and fucking
furiously making up for lost time.
As the party disintegrated
you accompanied me to the door
shook my hand before I walked
away towards the tram stop
unaware of the schism
that would keep us apart