We went out for coffee
But you had hot tea
You claimed you just weren’t
As cool as me.
Your phone stayed between us
Face-up on the table
You tried to ignore it
But you were unable.
My lipstick left a stain
On the rim of my mug.
I shredded the receipt,
Scattered pieces on the rug.
Your body was present
Slumped low in your chair
But that didn’t mean
That your mind was there.
It was one time too many
Proverbial final straw
I leaned toward you
And grabbed you by the jaw.
You looked up so quickly
But not in pain or fear
Your expression was surprise
Like you’d forgotten I was here.
The break-up was quick
There wasn’t much to say.
I was tired of second fiddle
Not my favorite instrument to play.
You zipped your hoodie tighter
Trying to retreat
I told you not to bother
And got out of my seat.
I left the shop lighter
Than I’d felt in a year
I’d once loved a boy
But that boy wasn’t here.
We’d gone out for coffee
But you had hot tea.
You knew you weren’t
As cool as me.
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