On the 7th day of the first month
they sat together in a coffee shop
across the table, each holding a single hand up to the other
fingers intertwined
Other customers might have thought
it looked as if she were a prison visitor
separated from him by glass
so close, yet not there
On the 8th day of the second month
at 1 in the morning, she stared at the ceiling
wondering who would shatter that glass
wondered how that would feel