Friday, 7 September 2018

Restaurant Table

You discuss your favourite philosophy and I frown, and so we talk,
till one by one, the rest of the party trickles by to say goodbye, and we are the last two left.
We order greek salad and continue the discussion and the frowning.
But the large table, communal a few minutes ago, becomes yours and mine.
The air becomes cooler, and the fairy lights dot the space above in a bright blur.

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