We're all just guessing

I don't know what I anticipated, but to be quite honest, this wasn't it. Looking through it for some secret sign of life, some hidden inside joke, like there was last time. I've done more now, more as a muse and an active participant. Am I hurt? I don't think so. Just a little smirk and another sip of wine.


"What are you looking for?" I asked, carefully avoiding his glance. "What do you look for in women?"
Without missing a beat, "Tragedy" he answered. From the angle of his torso and the twist of his shirt, I could tell he was looking at me.
Tragedy that you can hold in the palm of your hand.