Do you remember that evening?
That evening you stepped into my room with a short blue tube gown and pink lipstick?
The day you traipsed in with your full legs and hour-glass hips?
You asked what I wanted for dinner and I didn't speak for a while.
I lingered.
I secretly urged within me to tell you the truth.
I longed to say "You".
But my lips were heavy.
My tongue was uncooperative.
I ended up saying "Beans."
