Ghost
Warming hands
The smell of oak and coffee
Condensation and overcast skies
Coyly conversing, word chess.
The heated game of footsie
with a tense draw.
The elephant in the room
no-one had the guts to poach
but all the weapons were there.
Still.
The thrill is in the hunt.
Phatic talk about Heathcliff and his
role in the blah blah blah but this is
a linguistic foxtrot.
Forehead to forehead, tete a tete.
A reluctant goodbye and thoughts.
Swarms of buzzing thoughts.
Pick one and catch it.
It flickers and glows like a firefly.
Apparitions of futures.
Ghosts of what might be
