Mopping up

The hollowness of meeting friends
you connect with and then disconnect
You talk as if you really care
And sometimes, you do

Story collection, line after line
You tell each other how to cope
Side-stepping, reaching for words

The waitress at the cafe
paints the floor
Her mop circling around your chairs

It’s an hour to closing time

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