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Oh how I pray you’ll look my way and we’ll lock
Hearts in a moment of promised surrender.
Two souls bound together in a distant embrace,
Empty tables, empty spaces, the hour is late and
Time is slipping away yet just we two remain.
A waiter coughs and looks at her watch, who will
Make the first move, who will acknowledge the
Other, whose hips will nudge tables aside in the
Journey from me to you or from you to me? Should
I get up or shall I leave the first move to you, but if I
Do and you stay still, the moment may be lost
Forever and I will leave alone…
© Joseph G Dawson