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lunch with my mother went rather well
after you both succeeded in making an
excellent lunch; of both our favorites,
pasta dish.
as the topic of discussion continued between
you and my mother, and myself every
so often, i watched as you continued to
pour yourself a glass of wine.
with each pour you chewed on your bottom
lip, debating with your mind if you should
tilt the bottle over and pour its contents into
your glass.
the red liquid swirled in the crystal glass
while you brought it to your lips, giving
into its temptation and forgetting for a second
that you were hesitant towards the beverage
in the first place.
after the fourth glass you held in your hand
and helping me wash dishes, you dismissed
yourself claiming you had to return home.
for a good five minutes you fought against
my demands to drive you home; but once
you realized you couldn't walk in a straight
line or manage the buttons on your phone for
a cab, you gave in and took my hand in yours.
YOU ARE READING
maybe, someday
Romance❝Perhaps we'll meet again when we're better for each other.❞ © tilmorning. The fourth and final installment, following the stories: 'something' , 'where we fell' , and 'intoxicated'.
