artwork by Joseph Lorusso
Lunch
How I wish I had done
everything I wanted, emptied
my pockets, bright coins
saved only for this, my dreams
crumbs across the table
between us, instead
I asked about your soup, was it
too hot, watched your lips
sweep wet and soft
across the spoon, noted
your napkin's polite
apology, the drop you missed
how I wanted just then
to be everywhere with you
--smh
Thanks to Tess at The Mag for the delicious prompt!