Shaping the future

We sat opposites at a window table    
waiting for breakfast after the bed  
and for me to speak.    
The anaglypta walls still hung to the 70's    
as did the wipeable surfaces.    
    
Each setting had an earthenware vase    
with a single dusty silk rose    
that made me think of teeth    
and castanets. I made myself laugh    
but only inside.    
   
You were avoiding eyes      
as I closed one and lined    
the curve of the vase    
with the sweep of your hair,    
it was a perfect match.    
   
I thought about telling you    
but I knew the silence    
was carrying  our bags to the car    
and eventually out of our home,    
I took a piece of fruit for the journey.    
   
I found it months later rolling around    
the cars footwell, it had lost it's shine.