everyday I add two spoonful of sugar into a pot of boiling water and I satre at it long and I stir it in a haste and I do the dishes quick and I wipe my hands dry and I groom the countertop clear and I rush to the dining hall to find you sitting on a chair with a chess board infront with results undeclared just before the clock strikes eight on an evening of august late some years back in twenty twelve and resume our game the night before you disappeared.
© amrita