Downtown Atlanta
“Is it better to speak or to die?”
-Elio Perlman, Call Me By Your Name
You saw them
Light glimmering peacefully
And said nothing.
Smelt a familiar scent
A trace of love maybe
But asked nothing.
Had words ready
But let it fall silent
Because you already knew–
The all too familiar ending.
Assumptions whispered:
Don’t bother…
Even before curiosity got the chance.
So, the moment loops
Strangely unfinished
Like a secret lingering,
Like a dream waiting
For someone
To break the spell.
