Something

A girl, early twenties perhaps
Sits drinking her second glass
Of wine.

A sign,
Screwed to our table warns of bag thieves,
While the CCTV sees
A girl (and us at our table close by).

Idly I wonder why
She is there. Waiting for a brother?
A lover?
Or something other?

The first table, being dirty we move
To another.
Brother?
Lover?
Or something other?

Customers enter and depart.
We will not return to this place.
CCTV can see
The face
But man has not the art
To look into the human heart.
As we go
I pray that it may always be so.

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