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.