Of wishes

We were sitting on the sidewalks last night, just talking. Cigarette sticks turned cigarette butts left unnoticed, practically touching — burning — skin; frozen bottles of beer turned lukewarm; clock hands turning, now it is 11:14 PM, now it is 11:53 PM, now it is 12:32 AM, now it is 12:41. We leaned back and… Continue reading Of wishes