it was late afternoon, the first time he asked to have a cup of coffee and share our story one to another. a quick hello that leads to poems and conversations. “maybe one more day for a cup of tea?” fleeting thoughts come up to mind.

he was the ember of a love long past and consumed, and she was the flame that came and set him ablaze.

in the midnight time, most of truth are spoken. an empty silence, an unexpected confession, an invisible thread connection. you told me where you hid your heart, drew me a map to your secret hidin place. i stumbled along the narrow path, listening for the sound of your heartbeat.