Passing time

Waiting for her,
he reads the menu again.
His lullaby:
the warm sea murmur of voices,
cutlery, glasses –
sympathetic noise.

She stands in the doorway.
Yellow light,
electric, warm,
of outside blizzards,
false memory.

He catches her hand as she walks.
Her eyes on him,
he winces,
embarrassed at how old he’s become.

Jacob Mardell is a postgraduate student of Chinese and an aspiring writer who dabbles in poetry, politics, and travel writing. His travel writing has been featured in The Telegraph, but is predominantly published on his own website, which has the confusingly similar name The Topograph.

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