I remember glaring at you glaring at me.
I can’t quite say how we ended up that way.
It seems to me that everything had been going
smoothly again, but if looks could kill
we’d have both been on the floor.
I see myself lifting my half-empty can of beer,
draining it, the beer having turned warm, gone stale,
during our fight of the century.
No more words, I’m pretty sure, after “fuck you.”
I put down the can and headed for the door.
The time before, I think it was me who ran after you.
I remember our game from that long time ago,
but I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten your name.
I do know neither one of us did any running anymore.
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