Dinner

 He said 
 du gehst nach Hause und
 ich gehe kaputt,
 arms crossed over an empty chest. 
 No heart. 
 I charted the evening's success on my thigh  
 drawing lines with the waiter's pen  
 making circles
 while we waited for dessert.
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