Alone they are
Separate tables
Side by side
Alone
No comfort in conversation
No reason
But reason
What can she say
She taps her feet
Signals
From a code book
Only she knows
She drinks her wine
He drinks his beer
A warm breeze is ignored
For cold facts
She wonders, not for the first time
Why here, why now
Not for him
But for how life has come to this
He looks at his beer
And thinks
Time for another
And another beer
As he returns
He sees clouds on the horizon
But far away and high
People walk past
She has gone
All that\'s left is an empty glass
What was expected?
Really, what did you expect?