restaurant

In the Vietnamese restaurant,

Things were pressing in

Like when you hear a helicopter off somewhere

And your bedroom window starts shining.

You always feel the tables close in,

As soon as you sit, you

Feel it. I thought we had time. Who could have 

Predicted this, anyway?

We walked home, breathing in different verses.

We had sex in my bed for the last time that month

And for the life of me I can’t remember it.

I really can’t bear not hearing from you

Knowing you read every word I send you

Like I can’t help myself

Here it goes again — I love

You I love you I

Love you.