fingers quivered at the touch

ice cold, the slightly darker shade

hovered over the other

spiked hair, meticulous, for this occasion

the other with newly painted nails, lovely and

emerald green

vice versa, who was over dressed.

the young man was beet red

sweat on the brow, the dirt washed from his fingertips

i could see her, her reflection in those very fingers

surmising what the difference was, what felt different, until that very moment

silence

The drop of nothing

and gibberish, and a Yes.

and a Yes.

And a Yes

A Yes

A Yes Yes YES

I looked at my coworker. A stain on their finger.

Red blemish

Oh the years I knew them. Oh the memories we shared.

That very table

We were pronounced too.

Now they serve and smile

Serve and smile

We meet, together, at the abyss here.