Here & There

It’s a dark cafe. Crowded with students, writers, pseudo-intellectuals, and elderly couples on their monthly night out. I’ve been here a total of four times now, once with him. He had blueberry pie. I sat drinking water. I’m sure if I studied the cafe I could find exactly where we sat, but that wouldn’t serve me any purpose save for morbid curiosity. So I quickly glance the room as I walk in.

 We sat and we laughed

We sat and we laughed

He must have despised me

We sat and we laughed

But if I let myself remember correctly, he didn’t care at all. His parting words, “In the interest of being polite…” And that’s the harshest sting. That he’ll live his life forgetting about me. Because it was nothing. Another breath. Another evening. One of the many conquests in the dark.

I was down and I waited

I breathed in and I hoped

That it would finish sooner than later

That he would leave before I’d have to ask

He looked at me and laughed

He looked at me and laughed

I didn’t own myself then

He looked at me and laughed

And it’s the harshest sting. His face interchangeable with the others. Another breath. Another evening. One of the many conquests in the dark.