Pisaries Creator

Do you want more ketchup with your burger and fries?
This was the question the waiter asked.

It was the wrong question at the wrong table.
It was always the wrong question, and you knew this.
But you were too stubborn to admit the truth.

I don't want to say stupid.
You only used this as way to compromise your life.

I'm not sure what you gave away.
I wasn't around long enough to see you devour your meal.
You didn't want me to stay.

I know there were questions left behind.
The potato bits mixed in the distorted ketchup pile.

The juices from the burger dripped on your white shirt. 
Ketchup smears on the paper napkin.

I wanted to ask another question.
Am I wrong?