the blue tiffany box

i was at Tiffany's the other day
having
breakfast
by myself. scrambled
eggs, bacon,
toast, coffee.
Audrey was late,
as usual.
she's so irresponsible at times.
she showed
up in sunglasses
and a pencil skirt.
smoking,
always with that cigarette.
her hair
was up,
in a kerchief.
she looked nice, but tired.
she finally sat down next
to me, and peeked out from
under her dark glasses.
sorry i'm late, she said
meekly.
are you mad?
to which i said. of course
not.
good, she said. i don't
like life when you're mad
at me.
i pushed the blue box
with a white ribbon
across the table, and told
her.
this is for you.
to which she replied,
you shouldn't have, and
I said, without
pause. i know.