Timecode Protected Heart

It’s 4am. You remind me of a yellow Vespa I once saw parked outside the gates of a mosque. Your vibe, it glistens under the evening sky as the Sun sets in what we call the magic hour. You, were the magic in that hour; warm and radiant. But we’re time zones apart; because a magician never reveals his secret. You’re guarded by a box and I, have a wall up to my nose with barbed wire fence across my chest. I’m standing ten steps away from you, and I don’t know what to do. I think I’ll just stand here because vintage vehicles are not to be trusted. They tend to break down on the way home and I, cannot afford to build a home inside of you; only to be abandoned. So let me stand here, ten steps away from you. Let me stand here, by the gates of a mosque. And let me pray to God that we remain time zones apart.

Dear God, please protect my heart.