Meal For Two

On our first date out in a restaurant, she told me that her grandmother died of pancreatic cancer! “Well, that is not all true, she had an operation”, “it was the operation that killed her shortly after.” Sitting at home eating food, after eight years together she said, “would I do it again?” What you expect me to say? NO. it’s not worth it. “Not worth it, that’s not the right answer”, “NOT WORTH IT”, “you should say you would never do it again as you love me”. Slapped across with face noodles, slime, and chicken chow mein. Slapped against the face with a tea towel and then tears but not mine That night we slept in the same room for the last time and no further words were said. Again, she did not look at my phone or read my messages. In the morning she had gone to work, I was alone with a letter beside the bed. “Let yourself out.” and “get your car out of my parking space”. There is a word that rhymes with disappointment, but her familiar words sound different from mine. Who said my sweet?, that “unconditional love remains”