Everything seems as it should have been-
Nothing here is substantially changed,
The same pepper-shakers are still arranged
On the same white tablecloths, though the sheen
Of the silver is a little blotched now,
That handsome waiter about whom I used
To tease, is now quite rotund, a diffused
Content envelops him and me, that's true.
It's only when my eyes, moth-like, ar pulled
Towards your breasts, seemingly as supple
Now as then, that I am made to reflect
(As I feel the viscous warmth of maple
syrup on my tongue) upon the dulled
Embers of my hours, made derelict.
