I was a little proud of myself
when I left you in the bar
so I could get some air.
It was a dick move
but I’d felt really dicked upon
the way you’d been treating me all night
and I just needed to center myself.

It turned out
centering myself required getting rounder
as I ended up at the diner
getting a shake and fries
and talking to Flynn
whom I ran into
by sheer coincidence.

We talked,
and I thought,
and I found some peace
before heading back to the bar where
apparently
you hadn’t realized I’d been gone
for an hour
proving just how much
you thought of my company
and just how right
I’d been to have ditched you.