I am there with you
as the weary waitress
pours lukewarm coffee
into a cracked teal cup
I hear you muse aloud,
wondering how bones
disintegrate over time
and what you could do
to hasten that process
and as the night grows
cold and the sky darkens
I am there with you
The seedy jazz club
there on the corner,
a perfect cover for
the perfect crime
I feel your heart pound
and know your every
move before you make it
Even as you strike that match
I recognize the game
Iโ€™ve traced the smoke
across each chapter
page after page after page
I am here with you
I am a writer and
you are mine


photo: Image by Comfreak on Pixabay

prompt: Sundayโ€™s Whirligig 203


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