metamorphosis

Just a myth over coffee

finally alone,
plunged
on the loveseat,
the conversation
at the next table
drowned out
Paul Simon's
"American tune"

I wish I've brought
a book,
but somehow,
I've managed
to tune out
the crystal tones.

I've been telling you,
It is unlikely of me
to want him again

I would have begged
you to want me instead,
but to pursue this
undertaking is
embroiled with
illusion

In that rocky island
somewhere, without him
I have returned
many years back.

now your words
mentored me to
unwhirl this thought.

I completed my coffee
with fingers
mangled by your absence

easy for the couple
at the next table
but not for us

feelings unuttered,
seem faultless
however
this desire kept me
in prison.