five minutes.

silence

like cigarette smoke

hangs between them.

his body…

on fire.

thirsting.

Unquenchable.

the monosyllabic transfer from her lips,

egging him on

he stared at her as though it was love at first sight

soaking her sun into his pores

looking back,

he was already in love with her long before they ever met

long

before

first sight.

their hearts, maddened, but not with delight

irreversibly in love with her

it all feels so inevitable

He puts on “Kind of Blue”

side one, track one-

she wanted magic,

miracles

overnight solutions

until reconciliation

within herself

came.

That one night a mirage

to sit with her

here

in his head

was the next best thing…

Everything they had bought

was worthless

in the end they held nothing

but dreams

intangible

irrational-

invaluable.

she wished she could go back in time

and unlearn what she now knew

“5 minutes,” he said.

“that’s all I ask…

5 more minutes with you.”