Departing in a rush
’tis the season for hurrying
so I have no time to decipher our last minute kiss.
The budding questions of romance, the first kiss lingering, wonder filled, hopeful, and lasting.
Even now as I open gifts, enjoying family and friends,
I have forgotten the reasons for running back into your arms before we boarded different flights.
Though I’ve tried, I don’t remember the feel of your lips, the taste is gone, and I silently damn the nature of humans to just get through one moment and scurry to the next.
written for Magpie Tales 299 – Donetta Sifford