Mr Poetry Man

He was a strange character, that one, at times speaking only in prose. I still don’t fully comprehend the intensity of his persona, But I predict that it will never cease to enchant me. I said, “ Oh Mr. Poetry Man, you are really doing something to me...” To which he just chuckled dryly, something he had an affinity to do. I said, “ let me paint poems across my mouth and kiss you until you understand…” To which he eventually smiled, soft and welcoming, a true rarity in this world. I said, “It seems the only time I can hold you is in the milliseconds between our heartbeats…” To which he simply held my fragile hand and didn’t let go. I said, “ maybe one day we’ll get to write our happy ending…” To which he answered, “I promise”