I No Longer Go to Dennys

I can see it so clearly, the late night into October. We had just both met or started talking, my curiosity hungered for more information about you. When the topic of "Favorite restaurant you ate at for your sport?" came home, we both had the same answer; Dennys. As you bewitched me with your convincing lies, I feigned ignorance because acknowledging how we were doomed from start was worse than anything in the world. The walls feel stained with the memories of our first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, ectcera time eating together. The time we spent ordering together, laughing together, and me---loving you all amounted to you leaving me when the number of the year change. That's why I no longer go to Dennys because your ghost is there sitting at the same table we ate at, waving at me. I no longer go to Dennys as I see you there with another. I no longer go to Dennys for I know while I had all my firsts with you, you had already had your firsts with another. I guess, this this why I longer go to Dennys.