First, I love the title.
Second, I always thought that narratives in second person, that involve the second person's actions, are kind of pointless... at least in many cases... I see why you were addressing the person, but if they were there, why are you telling them what their own actions were?
I prefer second-person narratives that use words like "when" to describe scenes, and explain things the second person wouldn't have known at the time. Like "when the waitress got our glasses, she looked disappointed". I know that exact line isn't in your poem, I'm just giving you some idea of what I mean.
Lovely story though... and I know how it is, to have to spend time with someone that used to mean so much to you... how awkward it is, trying to have a conversation with them, making that routine promise of "some day" after the moment is over. I hate having to revive people that were once a large part of my life, and disgrace them by having that kind of encounter with them.
Thanks for the read, Sudhir.
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