Quiet Conversations

What is it about your face

that turns time into a kaleidoscope?

I can see you through the prisms

your face bright with hope

your eyes burning with passion.

Your teeth flash for a moment

Like firecrackers in the dark

Where did you go?

Shall I wait awhile

or was it me who left?

Yes, I paid the phone bill

and no, there isn’t any more coffee.

And what do you care anyway?

You’re a cat.