This is our last cup together before going in separate directions. I wanted it to be somewhere special.
You chose a Wendy’s by the highway.
We own no furniture together and instead discuss ownership of memories.
I wanna keep all of mine. You’d like to keep one or two.
Only one minute left of the hour you granted. After this cup, I won’t get even a glimpse into your life.
I try thinking of some last words…you can take them with you—and like magic they’ll keep you safe.
But you never believed in magic, any kind.