So here we are
You and I
At 3am
In this empty diner
You look
Like you’re about to die
I just came for a piece of pie
The waitress comes
A pretty young thing
Takes my order
Asks if you’d like anything
You just shake your head
I sip my coffee
And look over at you
I don’t try to hide it
You look away
Not hiding that too
You look skinny
A hospital ID on your wrist
You kept coughing
Softly into a napkin
Blood left behind
On the soft satin
A grimace on your face
A drop of blood on your chin
My pie arrived
With whipped cream
I forgot about you
Enveloped in my pie dream
After I finished I paid
And was on my way
I turned to look at you
And bid you good day
You look up
And hold my eye
You don’t say a word
I came for the pie
You
Came to die
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