Almost Twelve

We’re in a shady bar. Dimmed music and silent light. At one side we look out over a river, on the other there’s a busy city.f

A¬†nearby church’s bell will almost let us know it’s midnight. Our knees are ¬†close to touching, but not quite yet, we aren’t comfortable enough yet for that, not yet. My eyes are aimed for yours while you talk, hands tightly wrapped around a steaming cup of tea.

While my eyes are digging into yours, a future is pictured, just for a little while.

Fading. Slowly. Empty.