Break up

A moment to breathe
between smokes
A lover’s hand
soft replica of emotions
fear and pleasure
her smile holding the wine
as elegant as
posture of her hand
as the
ashes fall
she takes the last puff
as the eyes slowly
close themselves
she laughs at the counter man
It wasn’t told to her and me
the secrets of human relationship
we did not imitate rudeness
We knew they didn’t
feel enough
they couldn’t take enough
she imitates me
I imitate her
she asks for the bill
and tells me
“Let’s split”
“The bill only?”
“No.”
she replies.