in last night’s clothes

in last night’s clothes
at three a.m. on a couch
under a blanket that grips me tight
cold without your warmth    
can you please
   explain why you're gone
because you said it was fun,
you told me,
we wore our happiness on the outside
and the warm glow
crawled over us like ants
in Biddy Early's Irish Pub
in Stuttgart where it rained 
    that one night
that was the ecstasy of my life