A month had passed since last our words were spoken.

I sat alone in silence with fries and juice,

While you shared your love of music with a stranger, who stood behind the bar.

“Thanks”, you said, when you returned, so flip.

Words were burning, I longed to say,

But I held my tongue, birds in harness but heart aflame.

And now I open the cage to let them fly,

To bring to greater understanding the you and I.

Nothing has changed. You are the same.

It’s I who was moved by this exchange.