Wiped, pristine plate smiles
not letting them stack up,
always willing to polish.
Things like that extra mile.
I opt to cut clean cloth ties and
see only my missed opportunities
for conversational niceties.
Resting on shoulders, our meal has chilled.
Checks brought, promptly
tossed over the right with
less polite salt companions.
Eyes bigger than the general pensive
and my stomach tells me
I’m going to need a while to let this settle.
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