A Spade A Spade

You slid your hand up the right side of right

and I put everything I had on the left side of left

because that was the motion, the commotion that made the most of this,

that made the most sense

Why did we even bother with the art of conversation?

We didn't have all that much to say when we were without one another,

and that was quite often,

and we were not friends before,

and we would not be after

So I took out my deck of playing cards so I could put them up here,

way up here underneath the bottom of my mascara,

and I could keep all and nothing---

to myself

You had the right hand,

and I had the left,

but we had our hands all over each other,

and it was good that way---

only for awhile

But it tasted so much better knowing that things would end,

and end fast,

so why can't we just call it---