Choice

I met her at a cafe
she was on a common wall
out of many one
from behind the counter, standing tall

She grew impatient quickly
and asked me if I own my home
No, I’m renting; I’d retort
(what business was it of hers I thought)
that’s personal – for me to know
and me to know alone

Good; came her reply
I answered back with why
‘cos if you were purchasing your own home
you'd never decide which one to buy

Make up your mind – prey, decide –

If it hadn’t been so hot
I’d have thrown the latte in her face
yet as I took it from her,
I was scalded... by the cup. 

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