You offered me the glass
Half full
And left the thought
Hanging.....
You blinked
I drank
And for ten aching minutes
We sat
While you decided.
If I ordered another
Would you stay?
Would the world stop turning?
For a second?
Our life’s a polaroid
A cobbled street
You want what God can’t give
And I get the bill -
As always.
You eat.
I pay.