I hope you don't mind
I ordered ahead,
One
Slice
Please. And a glass of water.
I already chose that corner, too
My usual spot that's
Cozy, vacant, comforting
as always, I like to lift the plate
To touch my nose as I
Indulge in its rich, moist smell
That already makes me feel
I cheated.
I count the tines of my fork:
One, two, three, four, five -
It's cold
Would I like a cup of coffee?
No thanks, I'm waiting for someone.
My glass is empty,
And because the rain hasn't stopped
Windows and doors are being shut tight
To keep me from knowing
All but this in front of me.

I've paid for what I ordered
So I swallow every bite
A push down my throat is dry.

Hello, Silence. We meet again.