I only said it once
At lunch,

You didn’t ask,
But my mouth was tired of swallowing
Things with your name in them.

“It wasn’t just a thought,” I said.
“It happened.”
And I think I smiled,
Not exactly out of joy,
But because your silence felt heavy.

You looked at me like a painting hung upside-down, sideways.
I almost asked if you still liked the wine I have chosen out for you.
But you already “went to the restroom”

So I rinsed the glass
And called it a perfect day.