Fourteen (second draft)

His lips are clamped around his latte straw
like there's a petrol tank to drain.
She knows he's glancing at her -
both are - despite that solid staring
at their phones we all do.
That part of her that knows they care
she's cordoned off; she'll need the space.
Not tragic, because most come back,
but sad because this table scene
is probably the best they'll have for years.