You’re two tables down but I still hear
That laugh, that pause, pulling me near
You’re not even trying, just sipping slow
But you rearranged the whole tempo
Two tables down, but you’re in my line
You sip, I sway, like a shared design
We’re not close, but we somehow blend
Like a chorus waiting for the end
You don’t look up, but I don’t mind
There’s rhythm even when you’re blind
You stir your drink like it holds a key
No eye contact, but you still see me
Subtle moves, no sudden sound
But your presence flips the background