midnight musings

Sitting in a Diner

I can smell the apathy you wear like an expensive perfume.

Your gaze drifts to something just behind me, something close enough to make it look like you are still looking at me.

I stop talking as soon as I realize this.

My words are useless when it comes to you.

You are outspoken and I am un.

My heart is a caged bird, and my mind is a pendulum, free yet still bound.

I press my hands firmly on the seat of the booth.

Your hands move quickly to your hair, and you run your fingers through the silk raven field.

Your tongue glides over your teeth.

You look back at me for just a second.

We wait for each other to make a move.

I cough.

You look away again.

--written october 13, 2015