Soda Jerk
The death rattle of a bendy straw
echoes off chrome and red tile.
I am alone with carbon copy memories
in a mirage of “simpler” times.
Bullshit.
Miscommunication between couples is timeless,
a classic that will never go out of style.
I twirl my tongue around the cherry stem.
Wondering
Do you even care that I left?
Are you out walking, looking for me?
Or have I finally taken it too far, today.
Wallowing
Saline blessed napkins are my monolith to reason,
for storming out.
A deep sigh, glance at my time piece
It is time for fate to play her part,
Be it ice cream sodas or
Reconciliation.
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