Dont' Cry to Me, If You Loved Me, You'd Be Here With me...

We met for lunch, in a little cafe. As late afternoon turned into early evening, we sat and stared at each other over our rapidly cooling coffee, smiling the soft secret smiles that only two people completely oblivious to the rest of the world knew how to smile. Our arms snaked their way through a maze of glasses and plates and napkins, so that I could rest my fingers in the palm of his hand.

The amused, indulging waiter approached our table to refill our glasses. He offered us the dessert menus, hiding a smile as we reluctantly disentangled our fingers to grip them.

We waited. Still enjoying the quiet between us, occasionally rubbing fingers or asking a random, inconsequential question. And then he said it.

{SILENCE}

The words hung in the air between us. I looked at the view, examined the tiny scratch on the glass, shifted uncomfortably in my chair. He squeezed my fingers tightly and I looked at him.

{SAY IT}

I leaned forward and touched his chest, his eyes were glimmering with hurt he wouldnt talk to me about. I licked my lips, but they wouldnt move.

{IM SORRY}

He needed a smoke he said and got up and walked out. His heart gushed blood from between my fingers, trailing arteries from where it had been ripped out, dripping into luke warm coffee. I could feel it beating sluggishly, pushing against my palm with every beat.

{LIAR. LIAR. LIAR. LIAR...}