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.