That’s the way that went down there

“That’s the way that went down there,” she said
past large mouth and full lips
full hips and full thighs
pale skin
full breasts and large eyes
And we laughed
in the way that only friends who have not quite been lovers do
The tension in the air
The way she flipped her hair
The way that I bit my nails
And the way she chastised me for it.

That’s the way that went down there
Past the glasses of wine and cigarettes
And the night gone long past thinking of regrets

And we laughed
Full belly laughs
And our hands touched and they froze
Not pulling away but not inching closer
Our gaze directed past the windows
In the small bistro in Toronto
In the winter of two-thousand-and-six.

That’s the way that went down there, I said, and we laughed again
Thinking of this moment and of the few
Like this one
The not quite moments
The full breaths and full sighs
The bit lips and averted eyes
The smiles and squints
And all of it meaning everything but nothing all the same.

And we parted,
The way that only friends who have not quite been lovers do.
I to my car and she to her apartment
On College
Near Spadina
With thoughts of wonder what it would be like
The way that only friends who have not quite been lovers do.

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