21st Century Observations at the Coffee Shop

He has said one word for her every twenty

And she asks

Who are you texting

And he replies

Hmmm?

Looking up from his phone, glasses bent on nose

Who are you texting

She repeats

To which he says

I wasn’t texting

And she says

It looks like you were texting

And her phone comes out of the purse

And her glasses drop from her head

And they’re both lost

The conversation occurring dwindles

The silence between the two aches

I think he’d kill her if he could

I think she’d let him if he’d do it

I hide my head behind the laptop

The tense cold between the two is tangible and indisputable

And thus

They argue with their instincts

Which hover between them

Haunting aura