Rain on the step and dodging the greys
walking by when I stop and stay
The thought of a meal, warm and tasty
draws along, towards a bowl of savory
a wait and mistake: not with the party of two
just by myself, a single seat to sooth
with device on hand, a single numbers game
absorbed from the world, mind away from the pain
A moment too soon and suddenly relaxed
when memory hits and breaks the camel's back
A light downward tune plays through the air
arpeggio's running with mind ensnared
As she hands over the check eyes flash to mine
Did she see the rivers overfilled with brine?
Vision shatters as focus shifts to top
a small note enscribed: "thanks a lot!"
Signed by a name, this personal inflection
mind cast down: kindness doesn't mean affection