Reflecting.

For 17minutes on

the 17:20

I studied your

reflection

as you studied your

free paper.

You made no move

to hide the illicit call

to your lover

overheard

/

surreptitiously by

the whole carriage.

When your gf called,

we heard the lies as

they tumbled, then stalled.

Your reflected

doppelganger

was fleshier 

/

than you.

Winter blues.

I saw the blue lights.

Her room, last night

they flickered

and danced on your skin

I blink.

I'm here again,

surrounded by blue lights

and enveloped by sirens.

How?

How do you live with the grey?

Shades of coping,

day by day?

How can you stand

the ambiguity?

Without closure,

Without of sanity.

How do you dream?

In b&w?

Or in between?

Post-dinner dialogue.

Chessboard tablecloth

does not good ground make

for your games and overtures;

arid, jejune, fake.

Tense - past, imperfect. 

Tantamount

to a punch,

I am winded,

and foresaw as much.

Reduce

Squares of blue.

Deceptive. Fearing you,

I keep my head down

and, concentrate, frown.

I pretend. Forced to

look away, you

Flee the scene

leave blue sky serene

and forget I ever was.