There was the time we were both
laid off
as they closed the restaurant,
promising to give us two months pay
to find something.
We both took the news the same way,
with a walk down the street
to the tobacco shop.
We both sat on the bench outside, rolled a cigarette each
and smoked it.
We waited there, almost for the other to react,
knowing he wouldn’t.
And then we sat after the cigarettes,
waiting for the other to offer a suggestion.
I put my arm around her in a way that doesn’t say much and she
leaned up against me in a way that says less.
We watched for a while like that,
down by the stream and the sunset behind the trees.
She looked at it for a while it set.
Right at the sun she looked.
“You hungry?” she asked.
“Not really,” I said.
“You want to go to the ten buck sushi place?”
“Yeah. Alright.”
And we waited for the other to get up and
it was dusk now.
I really like that this post is tagged with “dusk.”
this is totally prose.
that came out sounding much more dismissive then i intended. i didnt intend for it to be dismissive at all.