The weather had left everything in vapor trails; and droplets were now scrawling secret messages and drawings at various work-paces on the window panes which I stared at - I had eventually deciphered them the night before, in my drunken state of stupor - but it was all gone and forgotten now... The diner wasn't empty, but it could have been - all but my frequencies were loss to my concentration - and little it could hold nowadays; other sounds and noises were inconsequent...
I stirred my cup of coffee - and it was a heartbeat. I sipped and tasted - and it was another. My heart, are you still at my side? My head was tightening slightly at the temples and my hands shook as I raised them to the level for comfort. If you were here right now, it would be alright - I said to myself, as an unintentional turn brought me facing an image reflected in the tall wall-mirror near the counter - you are almost myself, I said in response. But you are much too old... You are dying...
"There was a song that I once knew
I stirred my cup of coffee - and it was a heartbeat. I sipped and tasted - and it was another. My heart, are you still at my side? My head was tightening slightly at the temples and my hands shook as I raised them to the level for comfort. If you were here right now, it would be alright - I said to myself, as an unintentional turn brought me facing an image reflected in the tall wall-mirror near the counter - you are almost myself, I said in response. But you are much too old... You are dying...
"There was a song that I once knew
I brought it to children, and it chased their blues;
There was a place that for rest I went
There was a place that for rest I went
I held her hand there - it was the softest sand;
I tilted my head - and it was the Azure;
I tilted my head - and it was the Azure;
I turned and there you were
I would not count, for it would bring an end closer;
I would not count, for it would bring an end closer;
Wanted never to be found..."
The song stopped the moment you came through the door. The harbinger: a little bell which chimed and clinked delighfully at each entrance and exit - it told and I turned: and there you stood. You stood for almost years it seemed, till the gravity had made me too old for movement or words. I had clumsily pulled the cup from its plate when I had wanted to get up from my seat, spilling the dark-as-night-and-sweet-as-sin over my clothes. I said fuck! to that.
In that awkward moment I realised that somehow the distance which grew between us over the years could be bridged - but for how long? That the little beads of familiarity were resurfacing, mercurial - I had slightly tingled after having that curt profanity escape from me - and it was always only with you; I never got used to doing it with you around..
Your eyes caught me for what seemed like a few more years..
But I am too old...
( _")
The song stopped the moment you came through the door. The harbinger: a little bell which chimed and clinked delighfully at each entrance and exit - it told and I turned: and there you stood. You stood for almost years it seemed, till the gravity had made me too old for movement or words. I had clumsily pulled the cup from its plate when I had wanted to get up from my seat, spilling the dark-as-night-and-sweet-as-sin over my clothes. I said fuck! to that.
In that awkward moment I realised that somehow the distance which grew between us over the years could be bridged - but for how long? That the little beads of familiarity were resurfacing, mercurial - I had slightly tingled after having that curt profanity escape from me - and it was always only with you; I never got used to doing it with you around..
Your eyes caught me for what seemed like a few more years..
But I am too old...
( _")
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