Lost In The City
The city had forgotten them. It didn't remember how her gaze fell on the nape of his neck in the bookstore when he didn't know she was watching him pour over the Ellery Queen first edition. It was indifferent as it let the rain fall on their table at the bistro where they had croissants and coffee every morning for a week while imagining futures of promise and aspiration. Transgressions of omission coolly welcomed their returning hopes of recapturing the once kindred alliance augured many years ago.
They found it naught however as it was lost at metro stops, canceled appointments and in ever dimming light that failed to reflect what was instead of what could have been.
The city had forgotten them.
They found it naught however as it was lost at metro stops, canceled appointments and in ever dimming light that failed to reflect what was instead of what could have been.
The city had forgotten them.
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Author's Note
I wanted the narrator to speak of this couple as one, even though they are splitting. It adds for me even greater pain.
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Nice piece!
"the kindred alliance" better than "the once kindred alliance"
"Dimming light" better than "ever dimming light"
great cascade down to that last sentence, thundering text - excellent. the title "lost in the city" distract from the couple a bit.
Nice! Like the repetition of the first line at the end.
Thanx gents for reading and your thoughts..
It was indifferent as it let the rain fall on their table at the bistro where they had croissants and coffee every morning for a week while imagining futures of promise and aspiration.
you pack the whole thing in that one sentence, michael. well done.
The poetry of loss. Visceral.
Michael, this is lyrical, a sadness permeates the images. Beautifully written.