The couple on the other table

The couple on the other table had no rhythm, nor some grace. More an obligation than a pleasure it seemed the case. That wouldn’t be us, I’m sure to my bones. not even having the distraction of our phones. Through the echo of their silence, one could hear the rupture of their alliance. But that wouldn’t be us, I cannot even imagine it. If silence comes to us, it would be because of heartbeats. Their souls seemed so distant, so far from each other, like if one of them something bad had just discovered. That wouldn’t be us, that I could almost guarantee. We would have honesty and respect, while also feeling free. The couple on the other table had its doomsday in the horizon, perhaps because of a Bruce, or maybe ’cause an Allison. But that wouldn’t be us… can you look me in the eyes? No, no. There won’t be room for lies.