The Magic Poem by RIC BASTASA

sitting down and looking at the menu
turns miraculous when i have the closest chance
looking at you
by a dim candle light

i see a sparkle in your eyes
that i have not ever seen before
and you too glance at me
and you stop for a while
close the menu
and touch my hand
atop the table

23 years pass us by
and here we are looking at ourselves again
as though we have no names

i know what you will say but i need not hear it.
i am full.