Today I watched the moon rise,
it was brighter than usual.
Maybe the sun was refusing to set,
maybe both were having a fight.
Brain rambles. I switch tables. Hope arises.
You smile.
I watch you as you start telling me a story.
Your hands move soflty as you talk,
I feel the beauty of those gestures.
I'm not listening anymore.
Unrest.
Obscure thoughts and "what if" questions fill my mind.
The turbulent shift in perspetive occurs,
fatal end before even beginning.
Welcome Mrs. Cold.
Mind fills up with escape possibilities.
The hourglass gets turned. Time's up - switch tables.
I look into your eyes.
Devotion, care and some other substance i cannot name.
I try to stand up, but my body doesn't respond,
and you, you're not moving either.
Something anchored us to each other,
something neither me, nor you, can name.
I smiled when you gave me the yellow rose
and never switched tables again.
