Touched his back

 She touched his back before she sat down
To get his attention
But he would be too slow on the uptake
she would swoon over the table

He would be lost in his own deep thoughts on life
The meeting would begin and everyone would share their beliefs
But he would just nod and only start giving his opinion when silence arrived
Then he would start to express himself and they would just speak over him again.

So he would keep his deep thoughts to himself casting spells on his immediate reality
And overhauling pieces of the future to make space for something different
But was there anything different or was he kidding himself with a different color of gruel
Inside the same silver bowl that he once acquired and now uses routinely and ritualistically

She touched his back and said
I still remember your eyes from the past
He turned to meet her glance and they faced off quickly
There was nothing to report that night fourteen years ago