I Don't Think We Were Meant To
 

Two friends sharing lunch
In the courtyard under sun
Silence over salad
Eyes lowered to the let us
Words dressing the last morsels
"I don't understand men"
"I don't think we were meant to"
Short silence peppering those words
Sudden sparkling laughter
Like cool water soothing spirits
Washing away any bitter taste
Now savouring those final thoughts
Knowing it was quite plain
Knowing lunch was over
Knowing it was delicious
Chairs scraping backwards
As they both moved forward
Leaving laughter, let us, longing
With that moment on empty plates