something sweet and sticky

"most people celebrate Christmas because most people celebrate Christmas" (Kurt Tucholsky)

our seats empty. "take my hand" you said. and then we slid out the back door
while the cook was cursing over his fois gras. when mama yelled "dinner time"
our train was already rattling through the frosty night and the clear sky smiled at us
with our promising future. "no more Christmas" you sighed and a tear appeared
in the corner of your eye. i didn't know whether it was one of joy or remorse.

schloss drachenburg, königswinter
35mm film, crude image
dec 2012