Against a fiery sky that's
Dying. There are two
Plastic chairs.
I'm sitting on one,
Waiting for you with a
Cold beer.
At the beginning of
The world. Against rebirth
Of a new sky- there are
Same two chairs.
Still waiting for you,
The beer is cold still.
And the epochs pass by-
Ice-ages -advent of warmth-
The civilizations and now-
The same chairs against a
Murky sky and skyscrapers.
But you come this time.
Where were you? Doing what?
Having flings? Kissing hoes?
Tasting betrayals?
The beer just turned warm
And the moment is gone.
Saying BFFs for life-
The way you've come now.
The sheer audacity.
Where are the snacks?