He
The other
Was sitting down
On the first day of the work week
Eating lunch
Contemplating a past
That he thought was his future
Even with his mistakes
He was sure it would last
She was for him the mate
He had grown since they last spoke
But was it for him too late
The lunch didn’t have any taste
The way she had handled it
The ending
He felt didn’t have a place
In how they were meant to communicate
But months after
All he had was a mirror
His face
Staring with a blank expression
There couldn’t have been an emptier space
He thought of apologising
But he had heard she moved on
And words should never be a waste
Although the ending had hurt his pride
The rift wasn’t one sided
He knew his role
In this play
His lines
His fault
Now she had found her prince
It was no longer his place
To interrupt her happy ending
Much less
To trample another man’s pride
Wasn’t his place
That was his thought earlier
But this weekend the impulse
Had been greater
He woke up Saturday, Sunday
With thoughts of her
Trying to push them from his mind
Telling himself a meaning would
Come later
He looked at his phone and saw that
It was the end of his break
And the missed call stood out
He didn’t know the number
He was about to call back
But it was already too late
So later he said
No message left
So the whoever it was could easily
Wait