lighting up to inundate the silence rising up with the heat of the night

When you descended textually in the cellphone medium that July
you were cold as technology
I was disinterested as its magnetic chips
That was you this was who I am

It was like that Wednesday when we met and you were so polite
As though I might bruise at a singular
infliction of negative adjective
We punctuated the deliberate hesitation
with sips after sips of ice water
and smoke after cigarettes when conversation made no leeway

That night
I told myself this is it and I can't do it twice;
eating vegetarian food for sheer manners
and lighting up to inundate the silence rising up with the heat of the night