On that sunny morning at that hilltop, I couldn’t take my eyes off the bench which would have been a perfect spot for both of us. I craved your presence, but you weren’t there with me. We would sit there on that green bench, you and me. I might be holding a cup of chai and you, your coffee. You would finish your coffee in one sip and ask me for my chai; I would deny but give you anyway. We would laugh, check out other couples walking by, and say how different we were. Oh, I wish you were there, but you weren’t. Alas, everything is a dream now, and I am left with this picture thinking of you, and it’s not you and me anymore; It’s you and her.
Written flash fiction for CCC # 166, hosted by Crispina Kemp