Dutch.

I’m thinking about what I would say to you if we ran into each other.

I think about it too often lately.

Stumble upon you, smooth talking and pathological.

You never did tell the truth.

You would probably sweet talk me, try and take me home.

I don’t think I’d be able to say no.

But there are a lot of people in this city.

And thank god I will probably never need to give in to that temptation again.