Three Words or Two

Three Words or Two

Deep in yester-tales and visions for days still to be borrowed

we sipped white wine from our mugs, took turns to roll tobacco

you embraced me in the darkness, my essence moulded to you

it was that non-awkward moment when we knew

thoughts crept in, late when I should have been sleeping, then you appeared.

Your brown curls fell soft on my cheek as you framed me in the star-shine

soon I'd be away again so we sat, still and unprepared for my departure

dialogue flowed of a future we could not depend on

Fantasy, Ecstasy, the Long Good-bye our lips met briefly

before doors closed, our time cut short as we'd expected

though too late now, you should know that all it took

was just three words; or only two. Don't go; I love you.

Mary Richardson Three Words or Two [e-mail]