I tilt the bottle up, the last drop flowing into my glass.
I allow the warm red silk to slide
Down my throat and with that, allow you to enter my mind.
In no time you take over like a growing **** and my thoughts wander.
Maybe... Maybe we met at the wrong time.
Our young minds ran rampant with
Jealous Thoughts.
The distance hurt us, too.
But we had that chemistry.
An undeniable lust for adventure we
Found only in each other.
What if we met now?
If our new lives intermingled in a messy web of fate.
I could stop into a busy coffee shop on an unplanned trip northbound and above the overpowering scent of espresso beans I catch you, loose jawed, staring in my direction with the same twinkle you had universe's ago.
Could we find ourselves, a few years after, eating out of plastic take out cartons and sipping cheap red wine in front of a glowing screen we would share from our third Story apartment building?
My thoughts are interrupted by the jingle of keys outside my door, and I turn my attention back to my novel, the same page that I started an hour ago.