Repose
the lights
in the windows
seem to glow
warmer
from the street
you can imagine
what it’s like
inside
if there are flowers in a vase
candles on the table
a song to set the mood
white plates to see the food
and it’s raining outside
to make it that much better
inside
but you’ll need a reservation
for table number seven
way back in the corner
where nobody ever goes to sit
there aren’t any flowers there
no song
or candles or plates
just empty space
with a wall of glass
dusted in raindrops
to catch the light
the morning ray
the beams at night
and all the traffic lights
that stream on by
like diamonds on the drink
shimmering in the light
blinking in the sky
when it’s all dark outside
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