...finally alone,
plunged
on the loveset
at Starbucks.
The conversation
at the next table
drowned out
Paul Simon's
"American tune"
I wish I've brought
a book.
Somehow,
I've managed
to tune out
the transparency
of tones
...easy for them
but not for us,
still strangled.
Feelings unuttered
seem guiltless
however...
what we desire kept us in prison
