I remember the evening
that we sat clinging
to paper cups
of coffee gone cold

over secrets spilled and memories told
two bodies cursed
with hearts grown old

behind your eyes
I found new worlds
A winding road stretched out for miles
to a small cafe at the end of the isle

Sweet pastries filled the mouths
of those who sat beside us
and stayed for a while.

How the hours went by,
people just passing through
The descending sun ending
a forever with you.

Artist painting
Erratic strokes
Devil on his shoulder
Guiding the hand
Playful smile
One more stroke
Go faster,
Get that corner,
Deeper
The artist puts down his brush
Covered in a red ichor.
The devil stares at the artist
Yet the artist stares back
At his devilish companion.

Sorry old friend,
I missed the finishing stroke.
Looks like we’re going to
Try again some other time