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 email@example.com