glass twins

during my lunch break i decided to walk around the city, my early afternoon stomach felt like cold lava dripping down into a secret cave, making sounds. as i turned i saw you two in the pizza place through the glass. one of you were waving from the dimly lit table and the other walked toward the window, squinting, pointed your thumb toward the ceiling as if trying to let me know that i'm alright, in general. if it was always that easy to know someone likes you, that someone appreciates you, would it matter? i didn't walk in to talk. knowing in the back of my mind that i wouldn't ever see you again, at least the young you, the only you i've ever known, pizza sauce on your face and olives in your teeth, looking at me like you could tell me something. i just waved and kept walking, my mind hazy with visions of you running and yelling and grabbing my arm, scared of the wind. lost track of time and had to get back to work. i stopped into the corner store and stole a candy bar, wishing i could split it with the two of you, but there is more than glass in-between us now.