The Third Conversation

The night would go on like that. And we’d wash the dishes together. It suddenly seemed like we were never apart from each other for months. We’d take a walk just to pass the time. We’d hold hands walking under the moonlight. Everything was perfect.

Then he’d spoil it, “I’m going away.”

I’d be silent. He’d walk me home. Kiss me goodnight and I’ll lay there on the sofa by the tree. 

And in addition to the three birds already on the tree, 

I see three more.

Three plus three. 

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