look at you…

yeah…

are you happy…

is anybody…,she smiled…tossed her hair back over her shoulder…,some I think…some are happy…

you…,he took a swig of coffee and a bite of cherry pie…red filling got in his gray beard…she took a napkin and gently wiped it off…

yeah…I have my bad days like everybody…but in general I’m happy…,shrugged her shoulders…played with the fork by her oatmeal muffin…didn’t have any intention of eating it…

I don’t see a ring on your finger..,he said…,figured you’d get married again…some professional…a lawyer…something…

No…I’m seeing someone…but…never do I think of marrying again…I do just fine on my own…he has his life and I have mine…less messy that way…,she smiled…sipped her coffee…,what became of you…,she asked…

You’re looking at it…

Where do you sleep at night…

Under bridges…homeless shelters…

Do you have any money…,he shook his head…she began to fumble through her purse…put a twenty in his greasy palm…held it…like she used to…back when they were young…,I’m sorry it’s not more…it’s all I have on me…we could go to an ATM…,he shook his head…said it was fine…

They looked at each other…for a brief moment they looked at each other…made contact…,I gotta get going…,he said…,you take care of yourself…

You too…