Her smile was resolute not sweet
The gleam in her eyes like a dim light
Reflecting off black ice
This was not going to be a pleasant conversation
He looked at his hands and took a seat
Dreading yet another fight
It was getting so hard to be nice
Getting so hard to sit still for a verbal castration
That's when he noticed the large bag at her feet
And that she was staring at him like a rat might
Like a not-so virginal sacrifice
He steeled himself for some character assassination
But she just calmly stated she wasn't there to eat
For a second she looked a little contrite
And he felt like his head was in a vice
Wondering what was this new damnation
"Here is everything I don't want to keep"
She said as she picked up the bag on her right
He stood up, didn't think twice
"Thanks," he said, with just a hint of gratification
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