Never give yourself away

As you enter the room

Don’t be seen

Searching in the suitcase

They want lunchtime chatter

Relying on their conventions

Not reading the currents

You are the one with

A past. I will wait

And hope

That the buffeting

And forgetting will

End, sparked by

A kind of desire

Satisfied by glimpse

Of you

That will leave a

Wake of despair

RLB, 9/8/2019