293/365: Ed Norton Fantasy Poem #14
"I miss you, Ed," I said.
"We rarely talk like we used to.
There was heart. Where do hearts go?"
Ed looked down,
squinting through his sunglasses.
"I don't know. I don't know.
It's like there's fun,
and we had it.
Our love was a Chuck E. Cheese,
and we ran out of tickets."
"Ed, are we breaking up?"
"No, I was trying out a metaphor.
I've been making up metaphors.
It's my new hobby."
"What am I going to do with you, Ed?"
I'm the bad cat you love because he's bad."
"Shut up, Ed."