He stood out from all the others with his enchanting words,
speaking of art and gastronomy;
Not once requesting an intimate photo, or pushing for more.
He always took me to the best restaurants...
Each meal tantalizing my tastebuds -
foodgasmic foreplay that led to sensual bedroom interludes.
I should’ve known the first time he asked me over to spend the whole night, and tossed a few frozen pieces of Banquet fried chicken on a cookie sheet, calling it dinner -
that he cooked for me -
when he was a goddamned head chef.
I should’ve known from all the conversations he would seamlessly weave his ex’s name into.
When he stopped calling and the texts grew further and further apart, before complete non existence -
I should’ve known.
Ironic, how now, he’s just a hauntless ghost from my past.
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©️VMLM13 Whiskey + Empathy 2019
