Grilled
she was lukewarm
he was a grill fire
both of them under a shared starlight
he poured her whisky-soaked coke
she drank it like weak lemonade
this made him bolder
yet her steely blues eyes
grew coldly
now older
all he has is a simmering memory,
on his backburner.
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