A little warm (Day 382)

sometimes isn’t it 

                      a little warm 

he moved and I can 

     and he begins 

to reach 

    toward the other

  friend  side  next 

face on the other side 

I reach 

               and I can’t and 

stand  move to a 

different  noisy  place 

with his 

warmth and my 

         comforting like 

sitting  not  feeling  

     next to me 

smiles at eight and 

      gets up and walks away

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Moriz Jung, Viennese Café: The Man of Letters (Wiener Café: Der 

Litterat) [1911], lithograph, Metropolitan Museum of Art via Wikimedia