I start the day by rushing to the nearest café
for a soy milk latte. When the darkness consumes
the starlight, I’ll stop working on my manuscripts
and submitting to a quick bite before stomach acid
has rolled in. Cindy the cashier was fascinated
with the tiny-bottle-like locket around my neck.
“It looks like quicksand how adorable.”
As friendly as she was, I preferred to talk less
due to her musky perfume.
The time of this day, I had our favourite song
humming inside my head. Like a ghost of the past,
I imagined your voice breathed into this room.
How could I forget that day when we first met;
two people came thus far to a fateful place?
It was never premeditated. It just happened when
we reached for the similar maple leaf, right under
the Gastown steam clock. Your warmest smile and
those deep eyes were an invitation to treat.