“I’ll be back in a few minutes”, he said.
I bit my tongue and not in the whole I-wish-I-could-say-something-but-I-know-I-shouldn’t-so-I-won’t sort of way. I bit my tongue until i could feel its fleshiness sinking into my teeth, until I could taste blood. I bit my tongue until it stopped hurting. They said I should have had stitches. Luckily, mouth’s heal quickly.
I thought that you should know that’s who you’re dealing with here.
or young enough,
You were to us.”
The grave you dug for me is still empty.
I tell him it should have been us.
He looks away. Lights another cigarette.
I remind him of the shore – so long ago.
Still looking away, I sense his smile when he speaks.
“it was warm” he says.
The doubt creeps in. I feel fraudulent. I say nothing.
I cradle my teacup and want for so much more.
Moroccan Green Mint Tea.
And this infinite space between.