true love

i have a new boyfriend
she tells
you over coffee.
we're movng in
together this weekend
but what about us,
you ask her,
nibbling on your
bagel, trying not
to let the butter dribble
onto your clean
white t shirt. there never
was an us, she says.
but you've only known
him for a week
you tell her, is that
enough time to know
someone enough to move
in with them.
i like his little kids
and his dogs, she says.
we can make this work.
and besides, he needs me.
he doesn't have a job
and he broke his
leg in a bar fight a few
nights ago. i can help him.
well, okay, you tell her.
you must know what
you're doing. i guess we're
broken up then.
i love him, i really really
love him she says,
and takes a sip of her
vanilla latte, leaving a
nice coat of foam on
her upper lip.