The third _agreement_

We agreed it was nothing. We agreed three times. I still think about the third agreement more than the first two combined.

The first was easy, over coffee, both of us pretending it had been an accident. The second was a phone call, faster, more efficient, the kind of conversation you have standing up. The third was in your kitchen, late, the window open, my coat already on, and you said it like you needed me to repeat it back. I did. I went home and slept fine.

I am writing this so the agreement exists somewhere outside of us. I think I am writing it to break it.