When you meet someone new, it’s the heat that won’t break, the dry cleaner down the street that’s too expensive,
how you take your coffee.
We sat over dinner.
He sent the dish back—
too spicy, he said,
as if it were the dish
that missed the mark.
They brought something softer. He thanked them,
moved on.
So did I.
The questions came
in their usual spacing—
easy enough
to keep things level.
He asks it
and reaches for his glass
before I answer.
How many children?
I feel the ice in my glass,
condensation dripping onto the table.
A constellation is
missing a star—
I could explain the physics,
or let the sky
stay beautiful.
Water is puddling beneath my glass. He nods to the waiter.
We continue—
I don’t move,
water running off the table
onto my knee.
POEM GUIDE AND REFLECTION
THE THRESHOLD OF TRUTH
Theme: Deciding whether to speak about loss.
This poem centers on a moment when a direct question touches on loss. The speaker pauses between answering fully and maintaining the surface of the interaction. Grief can remain unspoken in ordinary settings.
Explore:
- Are there times when you choose not to talk about your loss? • What goes into that decision in the moment?