A Mild Night
Whenever my friend and I end a double shift, we go out for a walk and friendly banter. On one of these escapades, something mildly fascinating…
Affairs of significance befell early this year.
You and I, odd coupled, lost objects of admire.
I misplaced the thing that beat in my chest.
You lost the thing that once embraced your neck.
We displaced our hearts. I am in your debt.
Your possession was theft; snatched from your breast.
It is not a gift. It is…