Rewind.

I find myself among a million non-existent lovers,

rushing to their beloved or to the rainbirds, and

I’m standing in stillness, admiring the yellow line,

minding it beneath my mind’s shutter.

Where will I stand in the next

forty eight hours?

Fast forward.

Confessions, tears, strangers,

heartbeats – the heart hoards its beats.

Elegance, surprises, adults,

let’s go wild – in to the wild,

et cetera,

et

cetera

Play.

The moon didn’t hide that night;

the sun won’t ever hide my love,

the truth – once again –

beat the lies.

Stop.

S