Boris the Waiter

This is just like my dusty memories,
sitting across this table from you.

Even the smells are the same
but your eyes have changed.

I caught you out: watching me watch the depths of my cup,
hoping to catch you watching me.

That look you gave me was a look if ever a look were gave.

That look you gave me could have stopped traffic...
that look you gave me could have stopped wars.
That look you gave me was a look to drown doubts
and set fire to fading photographs on cracked mantles.

And then the sound came seeping back into my ears
like all had been still for the longest time.

I wanted to gasp like a fish out of water
and I wanted to stare like i had been blind my whole life
but for once I kept my cool.

Cheque please.