This waiter knows me,
knows me alone and on dates,
and I know him too.
He smiles widely
As I walk in now again,
after a long time.
He doesn't bring bread
- remembers I don't want it.
brings lots of water.
I feel a bit bad
because he knows me so well
but do I know him?
I see dignity
I see patience and kindness
I see he sees me.
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