Shouldn’t have slept over. Shouldn’t have went to your bed. Or put your pajamas on. Should have stopped you from drinking. Shouldn’t have let you under the blanket. Or let you wrap yourself around me. Or kiss me. I should have taken care of you instead. I tried, I really did. And everything you said is still ringing in my ears. And me agreeing is making my stomach sink. And then it happened. All done. Can’t take it back. So I tucked you into bed. Sat in your chair. You slept. And I cried. I should have stayed in the other room. You shouldn’t have woken me up. I shouldn’t have gotten up. You shouldn’t have drank. And waking up in the morning, my entire being was sore. And everything hit me as I laid on your floor. The place I should have been from the start. Feeling just as embarrassed as you. If not more.