With every new pair of irises sitting across some random table,
At a random place,
I hear the same stories wearing different details.
Different voices blending beautifully in unison.
Am I listening to you or to them right now?

It’s not a tragedy either way.
I’m sure my voice is also merging with so many others on your side.

I watch distinct smiles form.
Some teeth are more crooked than others
But they all warm me in their own way.
It’s funny how they imprint on my brain way easier than any other characteristic of yours.

I don’t even know if I’ll ever hear an “I love you” coming from you.
I’m not holding my breath for it.

Are we even going to see each other again?

Does that even matter?

While I hold your hand
And taste your lips
I’m all yours
And you’re all mine.
Our stories don’t matter
As long as our bodies are entangled

This may all end in a couple of hours
Ephemeral like a fleeting dream
Though no one is dreaming.

Our paths might no longer cross
That’s probably the closest we’ll get to our shared happily ever after.

I might take something from you with me.
You might do the same.

Be a stranger.
Or don’t…
If we’re lucky, and flip a coin
What are the odds that we’ll both choose the same outcome?

Before I forget…
When you leave, can you leave the door ajar, please?
I like the glimmer that comes from the corridor.
It reminds me there’s still light out there.
For now I’ll just rely on my own.