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Closing time

 

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