Lunch

another misunderstanding
leads to bitter feud and more
comes up than was taken in
there is so much
that we have to say
to each other but cannot
fear has replaced desire
the days and nights repeat
in silence we stare at ourselves
in embrace but leaking
at the edges roiling
out into the future
filtered into black
and white though
composed from postcards
not ourselves
but another past
and no future