Tete-a-tete

You want to hold her.
Is it lust or is it loneliness?
She can feel it like a warm blanket around her shoulders.
She smiles. She always smiles. Her eyes are black inside-out, inner and outer circles. Smaller and bigger.
Does she still care for you? You wonder.
She looks inside her plate. Her thoughts mingle with the noodles and the veggies.
She tries to use her chopsticks, she tries to use the right words. Her english is weak. Not always. Today it is.
Does she ever miss you? You don't know. She doesn't know either.
Sometimes she feels free, like nothing hurtful has ever happened. Other times she feels sad like a Morrissey lyric.
Time flies away. She wishes she could fly away with time.