Monthly Archives: August 2015

In the Restaurant.

We were sitting in the restaurant
across from each other
young and among salt and pepper cellars
with the people in the background
blurring and crashing into vision
like waves on the shore
and suddenly we were old
same place, same time
your lips curved in a smile
and I still loved your eyes
and suddenly you weren’t there
I sat cold and senile
trying to remember, trying to forget
then suddenly I wasn’t there
and I was forgotten.

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