On the 7th day of the first month

they sat together in a coffee shop

across the table, each holding a single hand up to the other 


fingers intertwined 


Other customers might have thought

it looked as if she were a prison visitor

separated from him by glass 


so close, yet not there 


On the 8th day of the second month

at 1 in the morning, she stared at the ceiling

wondering who would shatter that glass 


wondered how that would feel 




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