we had nothing in common

in truth,

we had nothing in common.

for me

it was strong coffee,

for her

herbal tea

with a lemon

squeeze.

i wanted red meat,

she wanted

salmon

and green leaves.

i liked to make love,

at night,

or the early morning,

perhaps indulge

in a late night

soiree.

she didn't.

i liked to write and read,

she liked

to text on her phone

long into the night.

i admired Monet

and Picasso,

she was drawn more

to shoes

and clothes.

a sale at the mall.

i'm surprised it lasted

as long as it

did.

twelve months and gone.