Tomorrow. You promised.
And I almost cried
needled anxiety, prodding fingers
Those between us smiled.
Caressing memories of frayed dandelions.
We raced against ties.
Feelings. Wrapped up emotions.
A toast to a lost friendship.
He opened a bottle of cognac.
Inchoate and sullen like a lover’s kiss
something between us walked out
And mingled with the banquet crowd.
I longed to crush
your where abouts.
Ref - The Sound Of Poetry