sitting with legs undressed and bent
blue fabric lay across at high thigh light and breezy
indoors the mood was normal
all eating, talking, making their future plans
fixing their mistakes and pushing food down
their well dressed figures
covered by one another
passing a look
as strangers do before the time
my table dripping in mirrored questions
with words that will go nowhere
with no emotion a relationship coasts
and appearances go on
never to reach the shore,
the air is chilly.
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