• tashi_choden 52w

    Beyond words

    We sat across from eachother
    In a cafe
    Talking about things like we always do
    We drank a bottle of wine
    A fine exquisite wine
    Turns out we are both a cheap drunk
    I wanted to spill the cards on the table
    So I cleared my throat
    Only to realize the words wont come out
    I looked at him
    Like one looks at stars at night
    Full of profound pride
    Was it always this hard?
    I pondered over this stupid thought
    And as quickly as it came
    The words dissipated
    I put down the glass

    Who needs word? She smiled
    We are in love
    We are a fine hand woven mitten
    For all it matters.
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