That man’s chocolate

My best friend asks me to take her
to the haven where i know everyone
when i ask her why she’s laughing
she accuses me of eating that man’s chocolate
while he’s in the bathroom
“Here’s the thing,” i answer,
“he slid it across the table to us
very imperceptibly, by inches
when we weren’t looking.
He’s just shy and lonely enough
that he does that
for everyone.”
afterwards, i thank him
for the chocolate
and he smiles
into his coffee,
refusing ever
to look right at me.

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