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Lunch
We’d known each other,
For years.
Lunch together,
At the same table,
Always with others.
End of the school year,
Her year was over,
Two days before mine.
Thursday.
A private message.
On Facebook.
“Lunch?”
That’s all.
Just one word.
“Lunch?”
I responded,
“Place?”
(Just that,
One word.)
Thinking;
The coffee shop,
Down the block;
It was a favorite,
Of hers.
Her answer came back.
Again,
Just one word.
“Mine.”
For years.
Lunch together,
At the same table,
Always with others.
End of the school year,
Her year was over,
Two days before mine.
Thursday.
A private message.
On Facebook.
“Lunch?”
That’s all.
Just one word.
“Lunch?”
I responded,
“Place?”
(Just that,
One word.)
Thinking;
The coffee shop,
Down the block;
It was a favorite,
Of hers.
Her answer came back.
Again,
Just one word.
“Mine.”
Published 28th May 2015
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