We had tapas by the lake.
A smorgasboard of tastes. I hadn’t been twenty-one more than six months.
You’d been twenty-one for six years.
It’s three years since then. I dated. You dated.
Last summer we went out. It didn’t work out.
I played games. You didn’t try that hard.
Today we talked on the phone. And you mumbled your way through. You texted me later asking what I wanted to eat. Then you said you would call me later.
You haven’t called. We’re on for seven. Greek food, right?
On the phone there was a lot of pausing. But, you were lying on the couch and I hadn’t had my coffee.
I couldn’t understand you. You’re running a 5k. Want to watch a movie after dinner?
Maybe that’s all I’ll have to say.
