The stares were too long to answer any questions - your hand, I couldn't decipher;
your intentions - not so clean were your stares. Daggers.
I held back.

I gave in.


I lost.

Daggers.



I regret. My chapstick. The dim lights. My keys were so close as to opening my car-door. But.


And nothing. I hear nothing thereafter.

Empedocles