Premature Fall

We sat at the only
open table on Zeitgeist's
back patio right in front of
the Porta-Potties

In the wind and the cold,
talked quietly to each other
about love
and relationships
about movies
and you,
Michelle
and the lack thereof

Later we moved
to another bad table
off in the corner
by the high wooden fence

We drank another pitcher
of Hefeweizen
with lemon
and Tim listened
to me going
on and on about you,
our love, and the vagaries
that distance often leaves us

We hunched together talking
and ate sharp cheddar grilled cheese
with overcooked homefries
before calling it a night