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Meet you at Two
When Eli mentioned
over coffee,
between a book swapping section
and the white, wooden staircase,
my inadequacy
as a partner
I was deflated.
It was like the stage
of our conversations had melted from my eyes
and he continued pouring
a string of words
I could not hear.
We paid the bill.
I didn't question his motives
when we went Dutch, felt a little tender,
and tried to button up the
low gap
on my grey blouse.
He touched my shoulder
and grieved a blank smile before bowing out.
I watched from the window as his friends,
from the office, smiled outside beneath umbrellas.
I counted the gold-trimmed books on the shelf
waiting for the rain to stop.
over coffee,
between a book swapping section
and the white, wooden staircase,
my inadequacy
as a partner
I was deflated.
It was like the stage
of our conversations had melted from my eyes
and he continued pouring
a string of words
I could not hear.
We paid the bill.
I didn't question his motives
when we went Dutch, felt a little tender,
and tried to button up the
low gap
on my grey blouse.
He touched my shoulder
and grieved a blank smile before bowing out.
I watched from the window as his friends,
from the office, smiled outside beneath umbrellas.
I counted the gold-trimmed books on the shelf
waiting for the rain to stop.
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