Incense set my living room on fire
But I was busy looking into the coffee,
Remembering that one day
When my heart broke over pancakes.
.
It wasn't the din of the dishes clattering
In the kitchen behind our booth
Or the strange, wafting smell of the amalgamation
Of all the other breakfasts bothering me.
.
I was agitated by the scrape of a too-nice shirt
On skin used to broken-in, second-hand clothes.
The strawberries were drenched in red syrup.
And you were sitting there, flirting with the waitress.
.
Because my talk had bored you.
My ten seconds of fame were ten too many.
It was a silly little command too.
Tell me more about it.
.
Doesn't that mean that I can speak?
Isn't that the green light go of conversation?
I told the moon about you the night before.
And there I was, telling a stupid story.
.
Should have known.
From the dusty, untouched bookshelf
To the bad bourbon and the messy floors.
I was a practice run.
.
Maybe for the waitress or her sister or friend
Or some absolute stranger in my universe
With the same brown hair and dull grey-blue eyes
That made me such a perfect test.
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So sad and evocative. Beautifully done, Silver Serpent 💕🙂