Corner of the room
One candle between us
Menus we don’t read
We already know what we want
You twist your napkin
I trace the rim of my glass
Laugh at inside jokes
That no one else would catch
A table for two
In a crowded little world
Just me and you
And the waiter on his third refill
If this is all we ever do
I’m good for another lifetime
At a table
A table for two
Your shoes off under the chair
You brush my leg
Pretend you didn’t
Phone facedown by the fork
We both forget it exists
You steal my fries
I steal a second to stare
The music fades into air
Your voice is all I hear
Dessert spoons clatter
Check sits folded by your hand
We drag out every minute
Like it’s the last slow dance
