She asks what my plans
are for my birthday
, a surprise call after days
she when she hasn't
and when I tell her I don't have any,
she tells me that's not right,
and suggests she and I
ought to go get
dinner together
and my heart leaps into my throat
so I croak: "Yes," and then ask
"When" thinking of those other times
when she shared meals in local pubs,
especially the time
after
the ride on the cruise
up and down the harbor,
and I think maybe we can
rekindle what was lost,
stirring life up in coals
I though doomed to
die,
and yet, she sounds
so distant
I think she really
doesn't mean it,
surprised again when she suggests Monday
after work and I jump
at it,
just like an overly eager dog
after an already worn out bone,
thinking something is better than nothing
for my birthday.
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