everything else is
a lavish spread of Tuscan traditionals and
wine from a country whose language
I can't speak and
French sweets and
a table full of empty seats
a rainbow thickening between
whites and oranges and blues,
but I am color blind.
a beautiful melody
of F sharps and
melancholy minors
but there is a rock in my chest and rock music that you used to play in my head
while we sat in the shades of your favourite
street café and you told me
how the sugar in my smile struck a parody
with my bitter coffee
everything else is like
the sun setting to the west
while I'm on a train east
and my squirrel warming up
to the stranger
who is wearing leather and mink fur
A deceit.
A lie.
everything else is a lie
like the extra plate of fries
you'd say were for you
and then watch me finish them everyday
until the day you said goodbye
like my frustrations and excitements
that I hide behind lowercases and poker faces
everything else is a lie
except
you.