I noticed him across the room.
Maybe an intoxication of habit in a civilized society;
Is it that people have stopped listening to each other?
But what made me notice;
That he listened, even before I began to speak.
He asked me how I felt.
A nostalgic moment; and he was there,
In a darkness beneath our thoughts, time stopped.
An Ode to holidays; no mood to contribute, I told him.
Those days just pass me by too, he replied –
With Imagine faintly in the background,
His embrace put my past to rest;
My heart found room for his perception of time.
He then wet my lips with red wine;
With his hoarse voice, he gently touched my neck.
My demons for his dragons;
My days for his nights;
I surrendered to his dance as he pulled me into the light.
The dawning of change?
. . .
Amedeo once said,
“Happiness is an angel with a serious face.”
. . .
His smile, I will keep.
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