You were prepared.

You had practised the moves,

Rehearsed the scene.

First you would offer to hang her coat,

Then invoke a resemblance to Ava,

Dark chestnut on apricot cream.

At some point,

You would light her cigarette,

And she would understand,

As you accidental brushed her hand

That this is simply an invitation

To have coffee,

To forget her exam,

To miss her bus,

To depart her world,

To get on a boat,

To carry your name,

To live and die,

In a twilight train,

Circling a blessed forsaken land.

But you were prepared,

And you knew,

Somehow you just knew,

That she would understand.


Copyright 2020