The Library

It was in one of those strange cubicles at the library
conjoining four tables together
like petals on a violet
but separated by walls of oak

He sat in the table next to me
Boisterous noises and shuffling interrupted the silence
like a whistling train going through at night
I could see him in the cracks of the wall
looking in between the petals

I watched for a while
didn't care
and we went on with our business
pretending we weren't next to each other
fallen petals from a flower