now, the seconds pass
slowly. almost like they
don’t. but, here we are
alone, separated only
by four tables designed
to seat ten. forty people apart,
invisible. this space, silence
occupying every inch.
i watch you, for what else
is there to do? right now,
the world is dead. the world is us, this.
your eyes sweeping over me, sweeping
the distance, now we are without. walls,
falling, worlds are colliding now.
but then, you look away-
and this is my chance. only, the moment
slips away, dead now, swift. gone.
you look at me, and I act as if
nothing really happened.
— Miss, No food and drinks inside the library.