Dec 30, 2004 00:17
she said that she didn't know what to think
and used a finger to pick some stray crumbs off her plate
it was one of those times where two people can be completely alone
in a room full of strangers and the clinking of silver and glass
his eyes closed and opened
burdened by the weight of the conversation
he touched the tips of his fingers to his eyelids and groaned
their sudden silence was sucked away by the movement in the rest of the place
no longer theirs
a few tears slipped off her face and dripped onto the crumpled napkin that lay on the table
he reached over and put his hand on top of hers but she drew back and instead picked up a fork
stabbed the empty plate dead