Three or four years ago

It started out with words.

We were infatuated with
each other's thoughts,

so eager to occupy our minds with
each other's ideas

we would sit side by side at cafés,
on boardwalks and spend hours

sipping from each other's psyche
before we harmonized silence.


"As we drank our tea, we chatted about our relatives, our childhood years, and our shared memories and we spoke ill of no one."

Orhan Pamuk, The Museum of Innocence

(For Apparatus Mag NaPoMo day 3 prompt, and the PAD Challenge)