Icarus, Chapter 2: Taste the Same

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I thought I just wanted to see her

So I asked

and she agreed.

We're getting coffee this afternoon.

She just "had to" reschedule again

and asked me 

for tomorrow.

I said no.

I'd never count on

even having a tomorrow,

let alone a today.

I have right now and that is all

I know I have been given.

Take me now, or take me never

but don't fall victim to isolation

when I could have been with you.

We should be out getting coffee

but she's texting me instead

because I can wait

but her phone can't.

Human contact should be

the priority

so she can see my face

as she says them

and maybe she'll see 

how much promises mean

if words taste the same

no matter how you're fed them.