sugar mountain

in the diner
facing each other
over coffee
our nightly ritual
friends back together
by circumstance
what was it
in her eyes
was it my mind
already late took
the long way home
she wanted to hear
sugar mountain
i wanted whatever
made her happy




the soft creak
of the leather chair
the hollow tick
of the clock that mocks
the repeating chirp
of the microwave
half cooked dinner
getting cold
as the sun drips down
behind garish windows
settling in silence
behind the trees
selfishly i longed
broken pride
kept me from asking