And finally arrival... at a time when the comfort of anonymity suits one better... how does one begin? From which random page...
Maybe with this...

Tonight...

Tonight is a night for the past

For you and for me

Spilled coffee, stained lace covers

Lipstick marks, lost faces and memories,

Ones that do last...

Tears have dried up in their channels

After having run due course and 

Anger has died too...

What remains in this stale game of note matching...

Act by act

As we sit

Face to facts.

Aging lovers... 

Both you and me...

Buried thousand feet under memories

Trying to clench our way out

Searching for similar old smell and taste 

In each others bodies.

But that time was a witch...

Trapping our mind in magic mirrors forever...

Younger we were and lovers,

Careless, enchanting and debonair.

All spent...

We recline with smoky eyes 

And memories galore

Will the time return?

We wait, counting hours...

Maybe yes, but never the magic...

Mind whispers.

maybe yes, but never the madness...

Heart whispers.

Maybe yes...

The wait whispers.

Yes, tonight is the night for past, my love...

For you and me!