Coco Gateau

Going out into the distance, dark cobalt skies, white as ice twinkling high. Who will bind the time in this peculiar hour. Down the midnight street walks the sad one, deep in our daily miseries. Beautiful and sweet she gathers her thoughts and smells the sweet rain from above. Sits at the table to have a sweet treat, "I have tasted the bitterness of despair too many times. " At a diner bar on that neat red leather seat. A moist chocolate cake may awake the senses that lie beneath. Sugar cotton caresses the top of the glass and kisses the nose, marshmallow and hot chocolate alamode.

“Who knew that someone like you could turn back time, to a simpler rhyme.”

“And what’s that? A useless thought or a dream.”

Now another one with a disposition of haute and air. Always wondering, never finding the source of happiness, walking up on high in her stiletto heels, soft velvet dress. Deep down everyone is a mess. That crusty, musky old man, in a puddle of his distress. She cares for only herself, and the man is feeling the same. Two ends of the spectrum, exactly the same but estranged. Where is the happiness? Mundane and musky, they both meet and disdain.

“Spare some change Miss?”

“Sorry, I don’t carry cash.”

Into the diner she goes, down over and next to the sweet sad one, in the leather seat, they finally meet. Where is the truth, what is to be? I never wanted death sitting next to me. But what is more temporary, this moment or death. Death to the passions! My love is too strong. Direct it to righteousness. Freedom is a choice that will not be taken, the journey is too long.

Crying silently to themselves, pondering the wrong we’ve done to our brother, mother and friends. It hurts, the metallic taste of sorrow, the swollen face and eyes that erupted from the mind.

“One more please,” a croak from the throat. As the waiter arrives with the plate of food and a sour drink. There’s no hunger, even as the hurt makes the stomach ache. The smell becomes unbearable. “Take this away, I changed my mind.”

“One more thing to try,” the sweet sad one sighs, as the rich one cries. The waiter arrives with one more treat, as they sit there on their red leather seats. The smell of fresh baked moist pie, a pie? A pastry? My mind is at ease, what could it be to release my cause of grief? We look up at him, and it is none else but the moist chocolate cake, beautiful and quaint. Sets in front of us and she looks back at me with a quivering smile, “I guess I could stay for just a little while.”

The moods have risen, the rain has come to rest. Internally one thinks, “I stay at the diner and she leaves me in her mess, but at least she got a little chocolate on her vest.” Heels on high in all it’s man-made glory trampling on the dirty sidewalk, the musky man is still there, slumped over casually snoring. “She stares and ponders, who am I and what will I do?” She nudges him slightly, he mumbles a curse, she laughs and he turns, “Here, this may perhaps lessen your thirst.” He accepts to his delight, what is it you think he would have loved in his life?

Down the street she walks, to her high-class ride, away to the remainder of her life. The sister in the seat stays for the remainder of the eve, they no longer live in strife. The musky man finds ease, the waiter receives a great tip and brings it back to his wife. The goals we would like in life.

~Scarlet Dream 7/19/2021