L'aura del Campo

Micro 100 #15

There was a time I held the key to your heart.

Once there was time.

No more.

I hear an adagio from the cellist next door. Better than the explosions coming closer.

Soon. Very soon.

Why lament about life when there's so little left. I should ask him for a beer. You would find that funny.

I still don't drink beer.

Lips that taste wine...

Your lips are not near.

And they are dust. Has it been fifty years?

There's no story left untold. No last wishes to be undone.

I hold your watch and key.

Soon. Very soon.