His eyes lolligag across the words but he's not actually reading them.
You can tell because he turns a page, only to turn back, realizing that he didn't digest what he'd just read.
It takes a long time to read this way.
With one's mind elsewhere, anywhere
nowhere but here
Like a fly in amber
encased in this single moment of waiting for her
Feeling the car lights outside rub his back, but not in the scritchy scratchy way that she does it.
He clutches his phone
turns back a page
checks the time
actually registers these numbers
and wonders
if this is routine
Him, waiting in silence, alone in a restaurant, looking like some pathetic **** who never managed to make friends, food on the counter sitting as undigested as the words in his hands.
Her, on her way, late and always dissapointing
He turns back a page.
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC
His eyes lolligag across the words but he's not actually reading them.
You can tell because he turns a page, only to turn back, realizing that he didn't digest what he'd just read.
It takes a long time to read this way.
With one's mind elsewhere, anywhere
nowhere but here
Like a fly in amber
encased in this single moment of waiting for her
Feeling the car lights outside rub his back, but not in the scritchy scratchy way that she does it.
He clutches his phone
turns back a page
checks the time
actually registers these numbers
and wonders
if this is routine
Him, waiting in silence, alone in a restaurant, looking like some pathetic **** who never managed to make friends, food on the counter sitting as undigested as the words in his hands.
Her, on her way, late and always dissapointing
He turns back a page.