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.
©tashi_choden