At Last

Strangers

In an Indian restaurant

Waiting for take-out

I catch your eye

I smile in solidarity at our plight

You smile back

 

Your smile is sunshine

After a cold rainy week

Etta James

On the radio in the still of the night

Being wrapped in a quilt

With hot cocoa and a book

On a snowy day

The spell is cast

 

You speak first

I shyly respond

Conversation is easy

Familiar

The manager brings out our

To-go bags for one

You raise an eyebrow

We will eat here after all

Cozy table for two

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

 

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