She calls me honey
Like she's getting ready
To make me tea
Checks me out
Making small talk
Today opening up
Her tender vein
Every vulnerability
Matching my own
With the fluorescent lights
Buzzing
A waiting line cussing
To hell with convention
We spilled our guts
On the tile floor
As if it were asking for more
We laughed
Invariably dancing
As the talk
Turned to chalk
Outline for all to see
She
Just smiling
"He left me homeless. Shameless.
Now he's dead. And I am left with
the love of my life. I finally found it!"
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