I began crying at the dinner table

I swear I wanted to eat, my stomach felt empty

But the memory of him weighed on me far worse than my need to eat

My mom watched and worried as I twirled the fork around

I thought of Los Angeles and how I shouldn't have insisted on going but I never know when to stop

That's my fault

I don't know how to tell my heart that he didn't want Us

And now I can't empty this plate