VI

Waiting...

for what?

for the moon to finally rise from slumber.

for the ice to merrily mix with my whiskey.

for the day to finally come to a close.

so precious the time yet we wish it all away,

wish for the weekend when we have all of this before us.

receding. a hairline, a shoreline moving back from the sea.

a heartline, my palm upon your cheek.

listen, you can hear the faintest of whispers.

a moment being transformed into a memory.