I sit alone stirring my coffee turning cold. There is no reason to stir, I always drink my coffee black but the sound of the spoon hitting the porcelain masks the persistent drumming of rain against the fogged-up window.
I know you will not come; not this time, not ever. Soon I will leave the café where we met so many heart-beats ago.
But I also know there are moments caught between heart-beats. moments when I still can hear your laughing at my rotten French pronunciation. In those moments I imagine that spring might bring you back.
I rub my hands against each other feeling the reek of lilies.
You hated lilies, but I could not muster up the courage to bring roses to your grave.
Roses are for lovers, but you had left me long before you passed.
Long before I killed you.
Today it’s Prosery again at dVerse, where we write prose in 144 words or less, or exact as in this case. We also have to include a line from a poem which today is selected by Kim from a poem by Louis MacNeice, entitled ‘Coda’.
The line is: ‘There are moments caught between heart-beats’…
February 17, 2020