Meal

[Jerrybaldy]

That meal we that we shared,
by a faultering light,
whilst you played with your hair
and I made like red adair,
dousing demons,
in all the right places.
That meal we that we shared,
I smoked
and I loved
that you feigned not to care.
That meal that we shared,
whilst we swapped,
wise arse quips,
between courses.
That meal that we shared,
congealed in it's time
and then slopped to the bin,
like the others.

[Delta40]

is this a comparison of relationships past - they all end up as slops in the bin of your heart?

I like it and if I'm wrong - never mind.

I think the meal that we shared is too repetitive for this poem. Linger over the drinks a bit instead.