Ambivalence

Poetry.

After About a Millennium; all thanks to Inspiration being few and far between. 

                       

Ambivalence

Long black boots,

drenched in the rain.

The sudden shower;

the warm mist rose

from the pavement.

Inhaling the rainfall,

the sweet smell;

the fumes from the 

Coffee Shop. 

Notebook bound in

rich crimson velvet,

Ink deep in thoughts

Darkening towers

of rising indecision.

You eyed the Wine;

I doted on Earl Grey

But the Coffee Shop

Never raced by. 

I've never been so

inconclusively pensive; 

while you narrate stories 

of your loves and hates;

your glorified debates;

surrounded by the

talks of ancient marines;

the discordant humming

of the pretty Barista.

Love isn't a complete 

Stranger; and many a boy

has charmed and gone;

Good men haven't stayed.

I'd love to love; but

the strangely inconsistent

quiet ambivalence

of my stormy mind

floods the path I tread.

The rain fogs up the

windows; the Coffee 

Shop lights up in evening

colours; this may never

stay the same.

Days will pass by;

the stream of letters

will run eternally dry;

Calls will be missed. 

Black boots; now dry

A little warm from the

fire within; a little warm

from the lingering touch 

of your hand. 

Notebooks close; we rise

to go; the sparkling rain

hasn't ceased a bit.

We never needed umbrellas. 

Note:  Picture taken from DeviantArt by Artist Proxile. A beautiful rendition of Summer Rain in Moscow. :)