Going with the Flow

At breakfast,
you made me
hot tea.

And smeared
goat cheese
on our
Wheat Thins.

You passed them
to me,
while you chatted.

I couldn’t admit
I was full.

You found them
hidden behind my
warm mug.

I didn’t want to
interrupt
your
flow.

You’re best left
as is.

You loved the
gesture.
Most things were
gestures.