Memory

While collecting the fragments of a foggy afternoon

She heard of an errand stated 

A twinkle in her eyes, she rose quick with her heart elated. 

But her smile dropped 

Before it reached it's corners 

She sank in the irreversible 

Leaning back on the chair 

She almost said a word

They almost heard

She would run for it, 

Everyone thought. 

She almost forgot. 

They didn't work there anymore.

It had been few days after all.

How could she ?

She can't run for that errand anymore 

She wouldn't wait outside 

that facade anymore, 

The caffeine maladé no more.

It has been few days after all 

From behind those rheumy eyes

A few days felt like an age

This winter is different 

The freezing waves outside, 

Seem settled like a sorbet.

Outside that station

Where they often forgot time

And felt nothing but their 

Frosty cherry red noses

And suede bags 

Against each other 

His fragile fingers 

Couldn't hold their hearts together 

It has been a few days 

She takes the steps, 

Alone. 

In anticipation, 

of Bloody Mary 

And a writing Djinn