I watch you eat <br />while my left hand <br />holds the cup with <br />my right. <br /> <br />You put too much <br />salt on fries, <br /> <br />and I eat too much <br />Grilled chicken, <br /> <br />while traffic races <br />on Reservoir, and a waitress <br />asks us, 'More cream? ' <br /> <br />I slice the sandwich <br />in diagonal pieces, <br />ritual Ceasar on the side <br /> <br />Two glasses of lemon <br />water and two straws, <br /> <br />feet teasing under <br />the table <br /> <br />while an old man in the <br />next booth counts <br />his Penny change, <br />his Blue-haired wife <br />sighs, <br /> <br />A curly blonde waitress <br />asks 'Do I know you? ' <br /> <br />Wiping the smudge of <br />ketchup off my cheek, <br />you smile at me. <br /> <br />'Beautiful.' <br /> <br />and I know you mean me.<br /><br />Louise Marie DelSanto<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-by-two-a-booth-by-the-window/
