I stared

I stared 

through the window

as she pulled the silver knife

through the white flesh of the fish

her expression grim

letting the favours

saturate 

silky and delicate

like petals of autumn blossom

or hardened, disciplined

like chronicles of disappointment

condensations glisten

the glass of white

her small sip, the fish's companion

lustrous harmony

like the union of angels

or viscous discontentment

of a drowned puppy.

Am I 

brave

or 

lonely

enough

 to dine alone?