How to be a king
6am in a small, downtown coffee shop is a small moment of silence that leaves me wondering if i have made any valid life choices.
'you chose me' he says quietly
'Indeed i did.' i reply 'and it was the only choice i have ever been certain of.'
I watch his eyes survey and move around, analysing every aspect of the room in specific detail, taking note of anything that has changed, but he finds nothing.
'exactly how it was when we met.' he states
'exactly.' i agree 'I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you.' i sing quietly
'Yes There's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you' he joins in, his voice is much better than mine, stardom worthy, as i have told him countless times. he never listens to me, though.
'No one understands me quite like you do, through all of the shadowy corners of me' I continue
'I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much, all of the while I never knew.' we sing, in unison, just like the first time we met.
