Was I the unwelcome friend
Or the welcome stranger?
I never could tell if the words between us were longer or the silence Inbetween more frequent.
If I tried to keep count, I felt like I'd loose your attention.
Was the coffee too bitter or was it something I said that made you frown so?
Was the time you spent with me in the evening a part of your planning journal?
I didn't know the difference between a forced laugh and a real one. But yesterday they told me I wasn't funny. Now I conjure up an image of your laugh, and it seems woefully counterfeit.