Hi, I’m Brian Dys — a photographer from the inside looking out · a composer entangled in electronic music · a UX designer · a spouse, a parent, & everything in between.
until your mouth froths with flowers
As elusive as the one I’m trying to touch,
your eyes have the same flutter.
We eat with eagerness of what is on our table.
The butterflies, the flowers, they disappear.
And finally, I have your eyes.
It is sudden sadness that illuminates them.
It is the tingle of your spoon that fills the marble floor.
I feel them – the fall
and the realization that this dinner
is a banquet for two.
Originally published in happyobituary.blogspot.com.