fiction

we sat at a cafe

down a little alley

in the middle of the city

and I asked you

if you were a good liar

you said:

“no”

and now I know that

that was just a really

good lie

 

so lets make a deal

you can give me all my secrets back

and I’ll give you your old t-shirts

 

I don’t need any more reminders

that you were never mine

even though from time to time

it sure felt like it