NO OTHER THINGS TO DO.
As you sit in the cafe in the shopping mall you see Sophie and her man friend smooching across the table he with moustache and thinning combed back hair and she with dark black hair straight to the collar of her white blouse they purse their lips he closes his eyes leans forward she likewise as if in some French cafe in some 1950s film you sip your latte watch the show he once worked pushing trolleys in some super store she unsure but with a carer sometimes seen
walking the mall or in the bank or shops and some days she’ll come up and say hello in a loud voice as if she’d not seen you in a thousand years other days not at all or she’ll tell you some news about her life or some small trouble that’s got her down today she sits and kisses and converses with the man friend and he’ll laugh and maybe she too and hold hands over the cokes and cakes you sit back in the chair and watch them there repeat their kissing or holding hands the Romeo eyes now open
leaning near mouthing words you cannot hear she lips still pursed says loudly of a love she feels or how hot the weather is or how his scarf untidy looks or unbuttoned shirt others who do not know them sit and gawk and make snide comment behind their hands make judgement in their bourgeoisie world but you like others who know them of old sit and drink and make no judgements of what they say or do but watch the kissing and holding of hands like in a B feature at the cinema waiting for
the real thing maybe but content to see the movie through having no where to go or other things to do.