Intimacy

The monsoons pitter pattering through the grilled window.Both sat there talking, whispering, touching each other with a familiarity unknown.The rain did not seem to bother anyone.It acted as a catalyst making them want to move closer to one another.They talked of stories long gone by, they talked of old flames, they said secrets to one another that they thought would be carried with their ashes along a river to the sea into infinity, they spoke of aspirations and dreams.They spoke at that moment like the present was the only moment they had.They clung to the moment like a wet jeans to your body.They heard the last train chime, they saw the last plane land,They felt the first rays upon their skins and realized a lifetime had passed them.They were there, they are here, they will always be there.Two people in love.