Pushing eggs with a fork
Shivering in a corner booth
Watching the sun rise over graffiti
Trying to recall the truth
Jackhammered morning
Coffee rings oblong
Eyes like candy dishes
Skin like camouflage
Checking mental boxes
To sum up another season
At something of a crossroad
Between failure and reason
The waiter limps over
Sets a check on the table's edge
Not kicked out yet
But it sure feels like a nudge
Across the table is motion
A form you always knew
She's moving in phases
Like the mirage of a moon
Wiping eyes with a napkin
Another bite of cold toast
There's nothing out there now
You saw that vault door close
Noticing all the colors
Everything a faded green
Like a once jealous instinct
That quit caring about others dreams
Outside traffic humming
You turn it on or off
It mixes with the laughter
Cold as winter frost
The form rises again
Suppose it never left
You can sense it smiling
From just its silhouette
That smile isn't yours
It belongs to newer eyes
You had enough moments
To catalogue inside
That heart is now cinder
Expecting another waltz
Consequence pulling levers
As the curtain falls
Paying with bills and coins
Gathering your thin coat
You accept it's finally over
The best chapter you ever wrote