Late at night, rainy, the first of June.
A greasy spoon diner, an escape.
Hot coffee, foolishness, waking dream.
I look up, and our eyes meet, she smiles.
I look down, away from her, cheeks flushed.
I look up again, she’s still smiling, then looks away.
Mirror against mirror, the walls made infinite.
I see myself. I see myself. I see myself.
This moment always coming up. I’m always here.