Riptide

different

I went back to a diner that I spent my happiest night in

the light was flickering this time

and wet floor signs decorate the tile,

conversation doesn't flow so easy,

and silence shouts it's prolonged yells,

the waitress dropped the salt, and her eyes weren't so warm,

my thighs spread out wider, stealing the space of the chair,
something about it made me less hungry

everything feels different, but nothing feels better

(something short and simple that I wrote on my way home from an default awkward dinner, while trying to soothe an oncoming panic attack)