A tale of what could have been |
Three Words or Two Deep in yester-tales and visions for days still to be borrowed we sipped white wine from our mugs, took turns to roll tobacco you embraced me in the darkness, my essence moulded to you it was that non-awkward moment when we knew thoughts crept in, late when I should have been sleeping, then you appeared. Your brown curls fell soft on my cheek as you framed me in the star-shine soon I'd be away again so we sat, still and unprepared for my departure dialogue flowed of a future we could not depend on Fantasy, Ecstasy, the Long Good-bye our lips met briefly before doors closed, our time cut short as we'd expected though too late now, you should know that all it took was just three words; or only two. Don't go; I love you. Mary Richardson Three Words or Two maryrichardson@y7mail.com |