Was It the Steaks
i spoke her name sweetly
she responded with curses and finger gestures
i stopped speaking sweetly and backed away
like a stranger.
you like me I don't like you
stand your distance as I wish not
to turn to stone!
I walked away and never thought of seeing her again
years later....
I speak you as friend?
she frowned and rolled her eyes
the skies are kindlier than I wish to be
might these words cloud your days
and bring storms to your life.
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