which was
an
hour
at a Chinese restaurant
with
little pink
umbrellas in our drinks,
she started to complain
about
how i dressed,
where i worked,
my snoring,
the way i cut my hair,
and at times,
how my topics of conversation
were mundane
and boring.
how did love
end so quickly
with the ink not yet
dry?
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