She was an unexpected pleasure,
even if the time was borrowed
and the clock fast ticking,
that he had never hoped to experience.
They were pieces of a puzzle
locking nicely into place,
only the picture they made
didn’t match the one on either box.
Fingers touching as hands
pass cigarettes back and forth;
lingering for a moment longer,
half a second more than is normal.
Too many thoughts of tomorrow
led to yearning for the safety of yesterday,
there wasn’t a kiss goodbye to be shared
only the smell of her hair and neck.
Flight of Icarus
