Eight-Line Stanzas

I wished I was sober, 

when your gunmetal blue eyes met mine.

I wished I was sober, 

when you anxiously rubbed my right upper arm.

I wished I was sober, 

the night your lips touched mine next to your quartz countertop.

As yet, 

I was sober when you gave me a peck kiss goodbye in the morning I walked down your round stairs...