Joining our table and wrecking havoc on our plans. Denial of her affair with a younger man. “We’re just friends.” Raising eyebrows when you see them fighting in a dark flyover like robbers fighting for their share.
A few steps and quick glances. Assumption of friendship going beyond. No limits but voluntary borders and fake compromises, one can really tell. Oh, how love can play disguises in so many ways.
Free act like a stage drama being acted out in a play. Stolen glances, forced kisses like a crumpled paper about to be thrown away.
So we hear but we did not listen as the sound was explicitly given. Time to leave and pretend that we believe they were just friends.
A wink in his smile when he said he’s just a text away. Perhaps a tinge of truth for him , but a painful lie for her. Keeping his number is an option. After all, they’re just friends.
My memorable photos during my rock island wandering days….alone and longing for something, i end up eating an ice cream on top of the banana. Sweet!
Savouring it while it lasts, once gone, only the memories linger and nothing could be sweeter than remembering that great feeling.
Walking away , finally realizing that once tasted always wanted but some good things never last so might as well continue the journey and let The Rock Island and My Banana Split remind me that most of the time, forbidden things are sweet. 🙂