so long...

we stood outside
you and i
of the restaurant of which you prefer
but of which i insist
uses far too much garlic
and as a cover
for the shit ingredients contained within...

in the cold
the first cold i've heard this season
and talked

a little bit of shoot the shit
a little bit of random particles
of individual guilt
exchanged

and you told me there was one thing
i could/didn't never/ever give you
and i didn't care

then you told me
the one thing i always/will ever
give you

i made you feel
attractive, good, needed,
willing of me?

my self-awareness has hit
a new low
i had no idea
of any of this

had i have
i would have
(maybe)
been a bit
(maybe)
easier
(maybe)
on you

(maybe)