It's 12:25, but she always seems to arrive just three minutes later
A bag and coat under her arm
I wait, watching by the green, rusted radiator
Orange and green recycled
Sometimes not
We check into the room
and head to our old familiar spot
up top
maybe by the window
unless one of us is hungry
then we start to follow the crowd
But we end up back by the window
to avoid the mess and the sounds
So we sit down
and we eat, and we talk
and occasionally I'll get up to look at the clock
because time matters
Especially with Louise because she has to leave
in a matter of time
Je ne sais pas
what she means sometimes
And that's absolutely fine because we don't always need to understand
and that's why I collect so many foreign friends
Because they can only get so close
until they have to leave again
Lunch with Louise is the best time to eat
but I'm always hungry after it ends