I had something sharp to say. You had coffee and a grin Did that dreadful imitation of the mood you found me in Got the eyebrow, got the hand right, got the way I say “I’m fine” I was trying to stay offended. You were nailing every line Then you let me have my bad day, didn’t try to make it deep Didn’t offer me a lesson. Offered something I could eat Half a sandwich, full attention, no “I told you” in your tone Sat beside me till the bench got cold, then walked me halfway home I said, “This isn’t on your way.” You said, “I know where I’m going” Very smooth for someone whose left shoelace spent the evening floating Had to stop and tie it for you. Killed the moment? Not quite You said, “Sweeping me off my feet?” I said, “Keeping you upright” Now you call me “trouble” with a tone that sounds a lot like “stay” And I call you “idiot” the same affectionate way I could hide it in a punchline, make you guess at what I mean But you get the joke already. You should get the rest of me You got me, and I like that Say something stupid, watch me smile back You got me. No take-backs Now tell me where you learned to kiss like that Is this conversation helpful so far?
