Before I Forget

26 Feb 2018

She slipped into the scene swiftly. No hesitation, no warning, no delay. Her movements were prompt, intentional, like a bully. She already sat when my eyes switched focus to her smile, which shattered all the preparations I’ve done to combat it.

Seeing that I only held a 2-7 offsuit, I folded my hand to the indescribable joy of being whole again.

From the first syllable uttered as her lips moved, I immediately reminded that my spectrum used to be very, very much wider. When she finished her sentence, like a hawk finding its prey, time descended in haste.

A light one-two jabs of our conversation seemed like prove enough that gravitomagnetism is real.

This.

I don’t need this.