Self-strangulation and the brisk eastern winds.

You, with your charcoal eyes and lover’s lips
grin back at me over your chocolate milkshake
and cigarette, me with my first cup of coffee
and my boozy eyes make jokes and you laugh,
beaming all perfectly white teeth.
It won’t be long I know and this time I do not care to leave.
You, across the table make me feel important and
worthwhile, much like the way she used to make me feel
before the world bared its vampiric teeth to us.
We laugh and smile and say "Check please..."
And the sun screams on and the moon shines bright
and there’s a million things I want to tell you
before I fly out 900 miles away but I choke it all
down with a salty grin and soon I will mutter through
choked back verse one last strangled goodbye.