September 13, 2015

Cold Restaurant

Nadai Fujisoba Restaurant

You are tapping your shoes on the ground more times than the usual. You are starting to fidget on the unused napkin laying cleanly beneath the spoon and fork.

"I can't do this anymore." is all that's playing in your head. It feels like insincere kisses from a cherry chapsticked mouth, an ugly photograph of a sweet old memory, an "I love you but--" after a wonderful day together.