Times Like These

When the time is running out

we should hide under the oak tree

wrap our hearts with fig leaves and hold them tight.

When time is slipping from our hands

(literally)

we must not let the breeze of impulsive lingering take over,

nor a momentary liking. Nothing.

Swallow our feelings along with our morning coffee

-add sugar to compensate for the bitterness of eminent departure.

In times like these,

we shall step outside into the chilly night. walk for a while and let our self walk along

fake ebullient running under the cloudy night

so these fake laughs and smiles will become real

In times like these

Don’t fall in love.