"Untitled" by Liza Rodriguez

Untitled

‘It’s romantic, isn’t it?’

‘Very romantic, he said.’

Among the broken fragments

Of the last 5 minutes at the table.

The candles, lit again -

Pointlessly

Wanting to look squarely at everyone

But yet, wanting to avoid all eyes.

To a certain temperament

The situation might have seemed

Intriguing -

Needless to say,

I followed Around in it’s deep gloom

Feeling it’s lovely shape.

Photo by Emily Cotler