He sits across from me
in the coffeehouse,
telling stories of his ex-girlfriend.
“She was crazy” he claims,
not mentioning how enthralled he had been
with her not two months before.
“She texted me everyday” he says,
“I just needed a break occasionally”
Why after it's over does he complain
about the same things he loved while
dating her?
“We talked for nine months
and the conversation never ended” and
laughs.
He says she hadn't even known
they were dating.
That she hadn't been allowed to date.
“Were you actually dating then?” I say,
and he laughs as if it was obvious they
were.
He takes a sip of his coffee,
debating his next sentence.
“She was like an angel…” he finally says
and pauses, as if he still doesn't know
where he’s going,
“An angel in that she was sheltered
and never ever left you alone.”
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