You sit across the table
Not looking at my hand
Which rests upon formica
Revealing upturned palm

Sweated glass of water
Drip-stained coffee cups
Congealed fat drops on a plate
Witness us discuss our love

Your eye catches the server
A check in tray arrives
You reach into your pocket
Your lips form in a smile

You answer your own question
Deciding how I am
We rise and leave the restaurant
You never touch my hand.