do n't rush me , 'thanks ' , come on now , you sat across the room and asked me if the relationship was over and i said nothing , pounding the yes , yes , yes deeper down into my coward 's stomach , and you said 'yes ' , and i fumbled and mumbled and felt something snap between us , your hands on the scissors , mine strapped to my sides in impotence and failure as i sit down at a vacant table and you ask me again , 'well , is it a promise ? '