mJackson

My heartbeat is normal Steady, slow, rhythmic and Measured just like my steps. I walk into the restaurant and See you walking along the wall, Meeting me at our place. We sit Facing one another. I look at your Eyes, the same steel blue as mine, Mirroring The same light from The single candle, a tiny flame Floating in clear melted wax. I look at you then Look past, watching the quiet Hubbub of the restaurant Over your shoulder and Over mine. We move our eyes And turn our heads in Perfect unison at Sudden noises then Return our gaze as one. Then I see it. There, On your shirt. We look down. No. It is not on my shirt.