I remember very little
of the last time I saw you.
Your drink tasted of anger and tears,
mine of things left unspoken
(I think
we were both a little bit drunk,
though neither of us cared to admit it).
You fed me silence,
and I fed you words—
we agreed that we would prefer not to repeat the experience,
though privately we each decided
it was the best meal we had ever had.
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 2:28 PM UTC
I remember very little
of the last time I saw you.
Your drink tasted of anger and tears,
mine of things left unspoken
(I think
we were both a little bit drunk,
though neither of us cared to admit it).
You fed me silence,
and I fed you words—
we agreed that we would prefer not to repeat the experience,
though privately we each decided
it was the best meal we had ever had.
