Rewind (Revision)

[Wjames]

The chair rises from the floor
and you lower yourself
to sit down again,
a ripple returning
to the pond’s surface. Strong opening, rise/lower, plus again and returning evoke the title.
Black smudges of mascara
race backward up your cheeks
to settle around shining eyes—now dry. For some reason, "shining" doesn't seem to fit to me. I might just say "now dry eyes".
With your fork, you remove 
food from your mouth, and like an artist
reconstruct the unchewed almond-crusted salmon 
with garlic crisp potatoes. I unclear
my throat so I cannot say,
“We need to talk.” Beautiful ending.

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Slight revisions from a NaPM thread

This is wonderful, it makes me think of myself replaying certain moments over and over again in my head, wishing I had a rewind button.