There they sat in the corner of the café,
This married couple facing each other.
They were young middle-aged
And seemed content in each others company.
They had had their breakfast,
The plates were pushed aside.
Not a word was said
As they both got out their ‘phones,
Onto the table they went
And they both started tapping away,
Never looking up at each other.
Is this the way that conversation now happens?
Talking to each other by tapping away,
Tapping away to each other
Across the table.