black tank top

I have not

seen you for 

awhile.

we had 

a fight.

nothing major.

A grown

up fight.

Which 

translates

to...

neither one

of us wants

to give in.

Giving in

feels like

giving up.

Not just

giving up

to the

fight

but giving

up ourselves.

at this age.

I finally

know who

I am

and I have

no intnentions

of losing

Me.

neither do you.

so here we 

are

in love,

not willing 

to give

in

not wanting

to waste

precious

time.

we meet 

for dinner

halfway,

which is not

a good sign.

neither one

of us willing 

to make the 

drive.

we have

a nice dinner

and talk.

very calm.

I order tea.

You look at me.

I smile.

What? 

I say.

Are you tired? 

you ask.

Yes,

I reply.

I am tired of us

going back and

forth.

you smile.

you reply,

I am exhausted.

we sit 

in silence.

You hold out

your hand.

I place mine ontop

of yours.

we sit.

not speaking.

The check comes,

and we get up,

You gently

put your arm 

around my waist.

As we walk,

you whisper in 

my ear.

Is that Black tank

top you are wearing

tired?

I smile and

laugh.

As a matter fact,

I reply.

This 

black 

tank top

is exhausted.

As we walk

to the car,

you open my door.

I stand.

staring at you.

you kiss me.

before you

walk away,

you simply 

say,

No matter 

what,

I love you.

in or out 

of that tank

top,

I am not trying

to change

you.

I am just trying

to

be me.

I nod my

head and agree.

I understand.

you turn in 

the parking lot

one more

time.

We just stare

at each other.

the old me

would run over.

But I 

cant.

you take 2 steps

forward.

I take 1 step.

you smile

and say,

you owe me a 

step.

I smile

and look down 

at my feet.

Payment...

you smile,

is the black tank top.

I smile 

take it off and

throw it

your way.

standing in 

my bra,

you quickly

run over and kiss me.

you whisper

in my ear.

you win.

i whisper back.

no,

you do.

you have my 

black tank top

and you 

happen to own

my heart.