Somewhere Between


I lost the words,

somewhere between

cheesecake and the

unpaid bill.


I had them, rehearsed

over two days time,

on my tongue at

shrimp alfredo and

New York strip steak.


But the waiter

came back to confirm

mashed potatoes or

french fries.


So, my thought process

fought the surrounding

noise, after iced tea

and white zinfandel arrived.


Somewhere between

cheesecake and

the unpaid bill, we

could have stayed

together, yet the

words got caught in

napkins and several

pink Sweet'n Low's.