A small grey and white lizard,
crawled onto my soft pale palm,
on the warmest night of August,
almost one thousand years ago.
I rather enjoyed his sweet company,
and I'd like to imagine he too enjoyed mine.
But our joy would not last forever,
quickly fleeting was our lovely time.
So I extended my fingers,
to the off-white indentions,
of a worn-down hotel wall,
where we said our woeful goodbyes.
I later saw him again,
on the cruelest of cold winter days.
I extended my pale palm,
and more carefully he crawled in.
I was too consumed by the cold weather,
I was desperate for a distraction.
The little lizard left shortly after,
and I was unaware,
that I'd never see him again.
