I met my lover for lunch down the street.
My lover, who taught me how to exist
In the twist of this hiss, this fizz and sleet
Who brought me this bliss, who's Anger, I kissed.
We sat outside on two summer-hot seats
Recounting first day, first lips awkward lisp
Until I'm telling tilling of tiled heats
I mean hearts. Tilling away loveless.
I whisper final, and then there proceeds
Standing, feet landing, leaving, stepping in
-pea soup on the sun bleached concrete.
My lover is gone, there's something I've missed.
I call the waiter and ask for a check.
He looks,"I've looked." He gestures nothing left.
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