Ronald drove the two young women to the restaurant
There was a windshield a sense of movement
A sense that one day they'd arrive
And if things weren't awkward already Ronald thought
She said
When I look at you I see that you don't love yourself
The other woman turned shocked at what her friend had said
The van flicked a stone to its chasis groaned at a gear change
Ronald slightly red faced replied
The world asks so much and there's only so much I can give
So it looks like I never measure up, like i'm not good enough
Would it be better if I loved myself too much
The woman turned using her hair like a curtain
Closing it all off in one movement
Like she had recieved the wrong christmas gift
Her friend copied her awkwardly too late
And nothing about the situation was pleasant
Not the bounce of the seat
The sharp nasty brakes
Or the prickly silence
Despite the real truth
That Ronald had been looking forward to this
For two long restless weeks hither
The only concession was
The drives uncomfortable nature made 20 minutes seem like 2 hours
They pulled into the restaurant and Ronald pretend not to notice them
Ignoring him like they did in school
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