In moments, words were said,
Were they two divergent things expressed about the same thing?
One moment straight as an arrow that pierces the soul
Another moment as cheerful a schoolgirl chatting
Two divergent things expressed about the same thing? What’s the point, my friend?
She says one day coffee’s the killer
Next day asking if I’m getting a coffee — with a light touch of fun.
One day it’s one
One day it’s another
And the same
And the last day sinks the nail: you drink too much coffee.
Coffee is the cheerful killer she so wants to rid me of.
Dare I ask for more explanation, other than her innocent smile.
All conceived in love.