I love to observe people and make up stories about them. When we were at this restaurant in Mexico, this couple was sitting at a table in front of me. I could see this woman, her husband or partner’s back was to me. This poem describes what I observed and conjured up. Since I am off my Haiku kick, this will hve to suffice for a while.
she sat alone across from a husband she didn’t know lost in his aging unflinching abstract life. she twiddled her hair yawned bored stifled another twiddled her hair looked out the window into the dark night hiding the tide rolling in on schedule. her mouth moved as she tried to talk but there were no more words to express her loneliness. she caught my eye with a smile of longing for some interest and understanding. i returned her smile with mine and left into the night not wanting to enter her disquietude.