And they ask out of

What they call they concern

If I’m okay,

If I’m happy,

If I’ve found someone.

Scavengers.

-Ramona Arena 2015

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The Coffee Shop of Change.

Consistency would be the death of my spirit she thought.
He asked if she was hungry.
She wasn’t.
But he insisted.
So she settled for a Croque Monsieur & Cappuccino.

He looked into her eyes asking if something was the matter.
She bit into the crispy toast with the melting cheese sliding past the side of her mouth; she smiled.
Perhaps I don’t know myself as well as I assume I do: she thought but didn’t dare mention.
She nodded and looked right back at him saying, ‘thank you’.

She found comfort in his consistent knowledge of her happiness.
Maybe stability isn’t such a bad thing after all.
He held her hand and gave it a squeeze.

‘Now give me a bite will you? It looks so damn good!’.
For the first time, she didn’t bicker and moan about him not ordering his own food.
She laughed aloud as he picked up the plate,
Looking back at everything that was.

This – him, me, the sandwich, this moment … was worth the wait.
It was worth it all.
Love is always the right answer.

– RAMONA ARENA 2014