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Instead of tearing apart flower petals,
we plucked Saffron pistils over dinner
and spun ourselves ragged in abandoned office chairs
up for adoption at the Salvation Army
and casually tripped into deep affection
in the unattended fitting room.
Those markdown pants never fit you right,
but you bought them anyway
since yellow-dot items were eighty percent off
and where else were you gonna find pants
in such good company?
You were such good company.
And I sat in the passenger seat of your car
as we watched the sun melt into the clouds.
"It's that pretty because of pollution," you said.
And I nodded and realized as you drove me home.
That your eyes were prettiest because of my thoughts.
And dinner wasn't as great as I imagined.
You worried over your day, like always--
picking at your food, always picking at something
and I guess that Saffron was the first victim.
And then you muddied your tea with the straw
until I couldn't see the cream anymore
and you couldn't see me anymore.
I was just a place setting.
And I guess--I guess you noticed I was too quiet over dessert.
We took a walk and ended up in the Salvation Army
quite by accident because this was not routine.
Rekindling romance was not something we tried too terribly often
because neither of us had time for it.
We should have made time for it.
Because you and I were good company.
Still, I'm content to wander our home,
to wander these aisles alone.
And that's what I get for spontaneity:
a beautiful, romantic sunset.
Polluted.
we plucked Saffron pistils over dinner
and spun ourselves ragged in abandoned office chairs
up for adoption at the Salvation Army
and casually tripped into deep affection
in the unattended fitting room.
Those markdown pants never fit you right,
but you bought them anyway
since yellow-dot items were eighty percent off
and where else were you gonna find pants
in such good company?
You were such good company.
And I sat in the passenger seat of your car
as we watched the sun melt into the clouds.
"It's that pretty because of pollution," you said.
And I nodded and realized as you drove me home.
That your eyes were prettiest because of my thoughts.
And dinner wasn't as great as I imagined.
You worried over your day, like always--
picking at your food, always picking at something
and I guess that Saffron was the first victim.
And then you muddied your tea with the straw
until I couldn't see the cream anymore
and you couldn't see me anymore.
I was just a place setting.
And I guess--I guess you noticed I was too quiet over dessert.
We took a walk and ended up in the Salvation Army
quite by accident because this was not routine.
Rekindling romance was not something we tried too terribly often
because neither of us had time for it.
We should have made time for it.
Because you and I were good company.
Still, I'm content to wander our home,
to wander these aisles alone.
And that's what I get for spontaneity:
a beautiful, romantic sunset.
Polluted.
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