He tried to talk to me near the big willow tree, where there was a metal chair out in the open to be seated. By no one.
Of course he looked there
instead of at me.
When he did briefly look at me, he asked whether that chair area looked like a sacrificial point.
I laughed because I knew he was going to say that.
I didn’t say anything else, but the light against my iris gave away this unearthly feeling.
He paused and looked at me, questioning.
He sensed that I knew all the answers
and that I couldn’t tell him, that I did.
We stayed by the river near the willow tree that night. The warm wind would blow at my hair at times while he held onto his can of beer.
We stayed quiet for some time
while the universe did it’s job to align a future for us
as a couple
for as long as this life existed.