It was too soon to go back to our old venue
So I sought somewhere new to get my daily brew
A small shop painted in a festive blue hue
I had an hour for the work I had to resume
So I could linger and stew over an old beau
Who I rued meeting in that college dorm room
And awoke, cocooned, watching morning dew
Roll down a cool window as the sun in the sky loomed
A tune wafted through the air as I fumed
And ignored the texted you'll-get-throughs
From the crew of friends probably sick of my attitude
Expecting gratitude for their insincere platitudes
I ruminate over taking a bat to the phone like in cartoons
But sit quietly to cry and wait in this steaming saloon.
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