Moonflower Blossoms

Image credits: LukeRenoe on reddit

There was a patient in cardiology who reminded me greatly of my late uncle. Same pot belly, a scarily identical sense of humour, and an insatiable inquisitiveness that would drive any other man insane. Two days before he was to be discharged, he told me a story. Now I don’t know about you but the average patient doesn’t go chit-chatting nonsense to the doctor, let alone engage them in deeply animated tellings and retellings of the fictional kind. But entertaining this old man was the least I could do. So I listened with an open heart. This simple act, as it turns out, would later save me in so many ways.

When the hour nears sun's demise
And the air sings of moonflowers
One feels as if death and ice
Has come with ocean showers.

I returned the next morning to my solitary abode- a…