corner booth
one please
those eyes
don't be so sad
i think

table for one
shouting
and i smile
booth visualized
my name in its weathered bench

how are you? she purrs
mostly good.
the bed's been cold
and i cry sometimes
there are nights i can't breathe
and the dawn hides
mornings i pray
wanting to remain
tightly bound
afternoons i wish
for tears-eyes dried up
weeks i wonder
karma
the enemy or savior?
months i wait
the night shy flexing its jeweled
tones
years now
i ask, was that it?
am i done?

but mostly good.