Nothing Else

NOTHING ELSE Silvio Vinci Your coat is on the kitchen chair, you said you wouldn’t stay. The coffee’s cold; you leave it there, I put my phone away. We used to fill this room with plans. Now all I want is where I am. Let the whole world talk, let it wear itself out. Come a little closer, we can turn it down. No more grand designs, no one to impress. Your hand resting in mine— I need nothing else. You ask about the things I kept; I point towards the hall. Your records and that crooked shelf I never fixed at all. You laugh the way you used to laugh; I almost say too much. Then something in the room lets go before our fingers touch. Let the whole world talk, let it wear itself out. Come a little closer, we can turn it down. No more grand designs, no one to impress. Your hand resting in mine— I need nothing else. There’s a bus at half past ten. You don’t ask me for the time. I don’t ask you where this ends. You move your glass next to mine. For a little while… nothing else.