Question

If you would ask me if I'd ever see us

talking over coffee on a late Saturday morning

a cigarette laying in the ashtray

lit but barely touched

because we both talk far too much

for there is just so much to say

that is, if we'd even talk at all,

if we'd even make it to the kitchen table,

out of the room and out of bed

that warm comfortable place

with nowhere to go and hours to waste

If there wasn't a good chance we'd oversleep to begin with

because we would have stayed up until dawn

and never even cared about, if we even noticed,

the coming and going of the dark

for we would be too lost in what we'd found

the day before, when our eyes met,

when in a single moment,

it would have overwhelmed us

like lightning struck right in the only felt intangibles

when you'd know what I'd mean by that

without a trace of doubt.

and if you'd ask me that,

then I would probably tell you,

that I don't.

but that I think it would be just perfect.

Reviews

[Marina]

I was wrong about one thing.

There was no coffee.