looking for a table
i found a chair
wearing one-day-old
underwear

sat down
and opened a book
on page one
fell in love with a girl
when it was certain she was gone

the peaceful motion
of her waving hand
was one facebook update
from being the end

the monotonous drum
of crowding steps
built up to the thump
of my vascular collapse

with blood sprayed like sprinkles
on a vanilla banana split
strange that no one gave a shit
they just half-mumbled and chuckled
and an old drooping man took my now empty seat