Table for Three

Look at me in my eyes

and don't fill the space with sighs.

Muted, silent and far,

that is us even in the car.

I am unsure if it's the silverware,

that coldness of your hands I'm aware.

Those stares are but bland,

much worse than the steak at hand.

Think this dinner is foul,

When I have your body but not your soul.

To end this dinner is but fair,

for a table for three is the least I can bear.

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