After Years Apart

Soon the pot of Chai tea and
creme brûlée. Our talk filled
with: how would it be if, and
if only now we could, and why
can’t we just? Out the window

evening suggests we stay here
for dinner and a room. “Why
can’t we just…” is answered at
an inn you heard was like home.
And so it almost was “if only now
we could.”

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