Sticky Toffee Pudding | Poetry

The entire restaurant breaks out into a chorus of
happy birthday and
our eyes meet as we burst out into awkward laughter,

we join in off tune and warbled
clapping enthusiastically for a stranger who
looks embarrassed yet happy,

our hands fall, now idle, and seek refuge in each others touch
our blushed cheeks flush anyway across
salt and pepper scattered tabletops,

we bond over sticky toffee pudding and
a strangers birthday.

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