Qui tacet consentire videtur

I sighed our last dinner away
which was when, I can't remember

You recited from some library book you'd borrowed; a dictionary of Etymology.
"Sad", you told me, used to mean "full" or "enough".

You looked over at me expecting something
while the waiter boxed our food.

Okay, I replied, as I collected my fingernails in the ashtray.

I wouldn't have wanted to blow an eyelash
with the breath I'd been holding

for you to give the word.