“Are you listening?”

“and I think Stella…”

 

He knew he should listen,

But all he managed

Was a small prayer

That his eyes would stay open.

 

She hadn’t touched her soda.

She ate one french fry.

He guessed that was good,

But she only moved

Her hamburger around.

 

“…and Carl laughed…”

 

He had to check in

Once in a while.

This was her choice

For dinner.

Every dinner choice was.

Same for movies.

All she did was talk.

One more reason

To avoid talk of marriage.

He didn’t know

How to tell her

No.

 

So he finished his burger,

Drank some soda,

And prayed that migraines

Could kill…

 

… and Danielle told me…”

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