Whatever happens, happens once. It’s ephemeral like passing mist.
Somewhat like the taste of dark chocolate, the night less than nocturnal;
life is brutal that way, the moments that touch us are also those we can
never hold onto for long.
I write them down every chance I get. The exquisite blend of hot and
cold; that is life. When I found him, I learned things I never knew about
myself. How I long to kiss his lips, shapely as a rosebud, sometimes I
still my thoughts in hopes of hearing his heartbeat. We are many miles
apart at the moment. We will remember once when it is over, said and
done – it was a time and there was never enough of it.
By day the café is the colour of bergamot orange. I hold on to knowledge
that it’s disposition alone that determines affinity.
Photo credits: Edward Hopper, “Automat,” 1927
Today we are asked to write inspired by a line from
“A Time,” by Allison Adelle Hedge Coke 💝
Posted for Prosery Monday: A Time @ dVerse Poets Pub