Are you seeing anybody

He asked at our last dinner

No, yes…………..I rattled

Looking in his visage

Made it more intelligible

We go for dinner like every week

And sometimes lunch

He stopped eating

Making a firm fist, he glanced at me

Looking at his plate, he is also a poor eater

Do you like him, do you think he is the one

Am am not sure

Am thinking why can’t he realize

He is the subject for dinner

Thinking he is such a babe in the woods

I remember he is still a broken man

He will heal

And i will wait

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