It takes a short pause...
"one moment please"
and grey light filters
through curtains of memories (membranes?)
that wrap a fond past
in safe seclusion.
The moment exists forever,
just one frame,
suspended in a personal film.
The setting is dark. Is it night?
And two people in overcoats
huddle over hot coffee
sharing experiences
in a diner, many years ago.
You speak of what you'll be,
where you'll go,
when it's time.
I tell you what I think,
what I feel,
how it's fine
to have plans, many years ago.
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