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You sit across the tableNot looking at my handWhich rests upon formicaRevealing upturned palm Sweated glass of waterDrip-stained coffee cupsCongealed fat drops on a plateWitness us discuss our love Your eye catches the serverA check in tray arrivesYou reach into your pocketYour lips form in a smile You answer your own questionDeciding how I amWe rise and leave the restaurantYou never touch my hand.