Once upon a night
when the monsters didn’t fright
and the stars were glistening light

I met a barman

He was tall and lean
smelled of roasted coffee beans
when he saw me, his lips curved into a beam

“How can I help you?”

Astounded by his figure, I was seemingly on liquor
there was really nothing to bicker
words won’t satisfy the good-looks of his features

“One tall cup of hot cocoa, please.”

And the few minutes following
on a crimson sofa we were sitting
of life, and love, and dreams we were chatting

I could see where this was going

And a few days afterward
we spent our daily lives in places apart
but our cellphones, they were intact to impart

And finally we met again

In the garden, the museum, the game
venues were never all the same
I could sense the feelings were
starting
to
change…

One day, he said to me–

“That would be 2 dollars.”

and the crimson sofa and the conversation
the cellphones and communication
the garden, the museum, the destinations

they vanish as my notion.