Across

We sit again
across
poorly filling the worn
smooth plastic
booth
I listen to you speak
hurriedly
separately intrigued
watching your deft, slender
fingers
offhandedly assess
the proper way
to eat your muffin
The way you lean in
How your eyes change
just a touch
when unsure
And there is no end
to your finer details
I pause
to answer your expectant smile