Quiet Interplay

They stacked the chairs Except for ours

The waiter killed Half of the lights

Your coffee went cold An hour ago

Still, neither of us

Says goodnight

You trace a circle

On the glass

I watch the buses

Going past

One last table

One last light

One more minute Before goodnight

Nothing dramatic

Nothing to save

Just your hand

Halfway to mine

Then pulling away

The kitchen hums

Behind the wall

A taxi slows

Then disappears You say my name

A little wrong

Like you've been trying

Not to for years

The clock says two

The room says go

I know

You know

One last table

One last light

One more minute Before goodnight Nothing dramatic

Nothing to save

Just your hand

Halfway to

mine

Then pulling away

Maybe love

Doesn't leave Maybe it changes

Its seat Moves one chair over

Looks out the window

Orders nothing

And waits

One last table Morning outside

No more minutes Left to buy

Nothing dramatic

Nothing to prove

You stand up slowly

I do

too

Keep the change. (mhummm) I'll walk.