I said no. We didn't go
to the café where she might have seen us,
we didn't look into each other's eyes. There were no
easy-to-misinterpret glances, no
hard-to-misinterpret pressing-togethers of legs below
the table.

She must have had some other
reason to

When I heard
I felt the taste of coffee rising in my throat.
We didn't go.
She couldn't know.
Nobody now can say otherwise. You
won't talk. It won't show.

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