Rik George writes

Reunion

Lamplight splotched 
the polished wood, 
littering the table 
with yellow lights 
like lemon peels. 
Our coffee cooled 
in our willow-ware cups 
while we tried to remember 
why we once were friends. 
The furnace noises 
accentuated our silences. 
After an awkward time, 
he went into the snow. 
I turned out the lamp 
and was glad he had gone.


Awkward Silence in the Aftermath -- Margo Burian