“Took a wrong turn,” he declared
But I’m surprised he stayed.
Diner stood lonely on the road,
Beautiful but strained.
Swiped two seats on the booths
Facing glass that skewed the night.
Saw myself and him -two youths-
Eat and laugh with curious delight.
Two reflections danced in time
As if I chose a spot for four;
Spoke to his and his to mine,
Never once could explore
And turn my head to look at him.
It’s safer this way,
Talking through light so dim.