Paper Cups
Some things
just never
seem to change
do they
my petit fleur ..
You see
back then,
in those very
early days
I do so distinctly
recall
that everything
was once
a certain kind of
special
Unblemished
and still white
Yes …
there we both
were
Bathing
in a blank page
and sipping
warm rice wine
from
supermarket
paper cups
Hardly daring to
press pause
and likewise,
unprepared
to wait for night
Just like always …
Do you
by any chance
remember too …