hello …



Hand holding a reluctant hers crossing a bridge over a river of muck.

In the dark.

All that mattered then to him was the moment leading up to the moment.


Into her eyes

That does


“You are shy..”

“You are looking into my soul.”


“Tell me …. inappropriate or not”

“You want to kiss me”




“So, what of it?”

“I like the thought of it


it’s the he act of it …”



“coz I don’t know if it will be a hello or a goodbye”


“Which would you prefer?”



“I’d like that too,

and then after?”

“…. Is this it?”


“And now?”

“Let’s be friends”

“Let us.”


Why is this Adele song … a sad song …

All this time playing on this dusty road

The worst thing they ever did was meet he thought.

Some dreams must never come to life. To ruin the fantasy.

My beautiful dark twisted fantasy.


Back here,

She had time and space

For affairs of the heart;

…. Could you be loved?