BarItalia (GayFriend)

Yeah. Hold on. Wait. Sunday afternoon, you left your keys on the kitchen Table again. I asked if you'd seen him, you just stared At that empty glass on the ledge. We don't really talk now. Just scrolling through our phones. Is there something you're not saying? Or do you just want to be alone? What about my gay friend? He's still sleeping on your floor. You didn't even say goodbye. When he walked out the door. What about my gay Friend? Is he even welcome Anymore? You're wearing his sweater, the blue one with the Hole in the sleeve. We sat in the kitchen. Just waiting for Someone to leave. We don't really talk now. Just scrolling through our phones. Is there something you're not saying? Or do you just want to be alone? What about my gay friend? He's still sleeping on your floor. You didn't even say goodbye. When he walked out the door. What about my gay friend? Is he even welcome anymore? Yeah. Did you text him back? No, Not yet. I'll just wait. Let it go. Whatever. Stop.