Truth Potion

Three neat whiskeys struck up a conversation 

that changed us forever. As the beginning 

of the end played into a chorus that was painful 

to hear, my heart grew hands – instead of shielding 

my ears, it shredded itself into pieces. 

Now I find myself unexpectedly 

trying to glue the pieces back together. 

Blinded by tears the size of marbles 

I’m not the first person to sob in an airport.

But you still couldn’t bring yourself to say…

The text you sent before my flight:

‘Just want you to know, I do’.