I promise not to ask
How drunk you were
When you told me you missed me
If you promise not to ask
About the crimson river
In your kitchen.

Words do not get attention
But the feelings behind them do

shared portions:

two straws in one
glass

a panini split in
(even) halves

one bowl of soup
twice as many spoons

smooth butter finely spread
over generous slices of bread
(still warm)

all begins
the moment one
of us says

"hi"