my hands are cold
I keep rubbing my arms & hands
The sun shines through the window
but I must be too far away to feel the warmth
he’s late & I toy with my ring
absently comparing my beaten silver
to his smooth gold
feeling alone & obvious
the news has gone off
no more stories of traffic & cars
doing what they’re not supposed to
And I wonder how long I should stay
at a single table with two menus
Others have come and gone now
filled & moving on with their lives
But
Here I remain
not single me
still waiting for married you
