Bok Choy
An affair we dare not have, and our desires fueled by an all you can eat buffet
Sitting across from youLast night at the buffetMy wife on one side of me,And you across, another man beside you,As I looked up from my food,All I saw was the one mealI can never eat.We first crossed the lineOf exchanging words thatSpoke of hungerAs I sat at this same buffet,But the first time you were not sitting across from me.You sat in another restaurantWith another man,Eating pasta, if I recall.We sent texts as we ate...