VIRB

Discussions of where we will end fill not dreams but days. Are we so far ahead of ourselves? I wonder, who is this man that waltzes in...
Two lovers enter a bar, it is any typical bar you are currently imagining. They approach one another, never having met before. They shake hands, hug, they kiss, they leave. He says "if you never would have called, this never would have happened." It is true. She has hardly a response. And so now they are expected to care, to wonder, to concern themselves with one another. No one has asked this of them. It is what they have in common. Desire, desire to care and belong near and among others.
Its not so cold. Its warm.
Its not so cold. Its warm.
Its not so cold, its just a little warm. These days.
And its not hot either. My love for you lay somewhere inbetween a cool breeze on a mildly warm day, or at that hour when the sun is going down and the moonlight is winning, and you know if you wear that jacket, that thick warm jacket, you may break out in a sweat, and you are worried, and you are scared, because you don't want that, but more than that, you definitely don't want to be too cold. He says, " I know at least we will be friends." And she has hardly a response.
Has hardly anything at all.