Frank Sinatra competed with the loud clinking of silver wear
We ordered
We spoke over the clinking silver wear
We ate
We spoke over the clinking silver wear
We laughed
And they laughed effortlessly
A heavy exhaustion filled me up
I think it was the loud silver wear
It was so god ****** loud
But they continued
It was SO god ****** loud
It began to fill my eardrums
I sat there long enough to taste the recycled air of the many people
The air was stale
I felt heavy
My face began to sag in defeat
The sound of silver wear filled me
I could no longer hide the nothingness from my eyes
I was no more than the loud silver wear
I looked down, I felt sick