Thursday, March 30, 2017

Promise

I was woken by a fire
the telephone cable stretched against the night sky
a dancing blaze of orange
the sound of so many conversations chattering in the flames
whispers of love
laughter and tears
decisions for sofas and items for dinner
A demarcation line between then and now
your entrance ritualised, brighter than the morning sun to come




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