It was five or six months ago,
but who's counting.

She met me at this diner,
by mistake, thinking someone else would be there,
but agreeing to stay and talk anyway.

We shared a Club sandwich, some chips
and, for a moment,
our knees.

It didn't mean anything.
So afterwards
neither of us said a word about it.

But the table knows, and so
reminds me, every time I'm here.


thanks to decoy hunches for the title

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