tunnel vision

rem·i·nis·cence of.
capturing the moment, i slip past bedtime
fingers frozen from mist
i push open the window that has gone stale from my absence
permitting the first to kiss my cheeks, i let him linger
for a while

he left, just as brief as he stayed
the coffee still warm, the table unstained
i didnt see him leave, just as i didnt know when he came
cupping the warmth, i sipped the remains
knowing its time to go

.Sui

~ by tskye on November 17, 2007.