Fleeting Deductions
Published in
Aug 24, 2021
His face was coloured by the warm glow from shaded lamps,
framed by a windowsill of an old Victorian house.
Their first date was at a patio under twinkling lights,
given away by awkward questions and glaring gaps.
She sipped her iced coffee at a cute corner cafe,
below a canopy of willow trees.
How long has he called this house home?
Will they see each other again?
Did she frequent this cafe every Sunday morning?
There were so many stories that we may never know.
We were parallel roads,
separate yet twisted and winding,
each on their own journey and destination,
so loud and vibrant but mysterious all at once.
I couldn’t help but wonder
how, when and which roads will eventually intersect?
