The saddest lament
Is no lament at all

We spoke in old English
Quoted Hemingway and Shakespeare
We dropped 70's phrases
Discussed history till none remained unspoken
Oh yes, we complimented each other
Like black and white

He was angry.
His eyes breathed fire.
I had done no wrong.
yet, I had betrayed the whole world to him.
I had eaten from the tree.
I had killed what he had loved.