That night, time and I sat on the couch,
barely talking, the ginger tea growing
cold in ochre mugs,
ignoring the moon
that walked in through the window,
its dark half draped over its arm,
shaking its head at the improbability
of a moment that wasn’t.
Published on 2nd Jan, 2018 at One Sentence Poems.
“time and I sat on the couch” — really great.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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What Qbit said and the moon’s dark half draped over its arm …
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Thanks so much 🙂
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