Who knew Taco Bell could break your heart?

it was 1:30 in the morning and I was reading The Great Shark Hunt in my bed
I suddenly developed a powerful lust for chicken wrapped in pita
maybe it was the story of Reuben Salazar's murder and Oscar's rage that sent me overboard
all I knew was that I was bound to eat, and taquitos were the priority

I made the ride in no time; over the empty streets
slick with dew and the specter of autumn
I even wore a hoody to keep my spine from shaking off the impending chill
the facts of the case:
3 chicken taquitos and a medium Sierra Mist
seven bucks and some change
and I recognized some friends in the car behind me
I chatted with them by phone while I waited for the guy to change the syrup on the soda

zipping home, and there well before the place would have closed at 2
but I don't like eating in bed, so I hope on the computer (yeah, that IS supposed to be hop)
LiveJournal imparts a few tidbits like:
my journal password is too easy to hack, and 
I don't have an account that lets me post polls any longer, and
your birthday is coming

you closed your journal two years ago. about six months after we broke up for good.
worse than that, you deleted any trace of its lifetime as though you were trying to hide from me and all
the other people who knew that part of you
but the computer knows your birthday is coming
less than a month now, and just a few weeks after the anniversary of my sister's wedding
the place where you had too much liquor or dance or joy to keep your finely tuned guard up any longer
and told me that you were falling in love
the place and time when I last knew pure happiness, and hope for the future
the last hurrah of us, since you left me less than three days later

you told me that it didn't matter how we felt, because we were too different
and it would never work
and I tried for almost a year to move on, finally just raging against the dying of our light
and said goodbye.
no woman since has made a dent to compare with your damage. no promise of love or sex or joy
or hope has conquered what you never promised, but simply gave
but here it is, fall again. and your birthday is back from the digital dead.
I was sure I was over you, but who knew taco bell could break your heart