this lousy
sunday afternoon,
poured some love
in a whiskey glass

Murakami on the brim,
took a few deep breaths,
dancing on the edge

found a december dream,
a polaroid of you, on page 78

it was from your first visit to
the upper west side,
city museums
and central park

of last september,
and rains dancing
on your skin,
and my words
musing in your vibes

Murakami slipped
and I closed my eyes

to turn the page

it took me an epoch,
a stomach knot,
a silent bawl
and some salt

to treat you,
and our stories
as just a bookmark.

Halcyon ~ denoting a period of time in the past that was idyllically happy and peaceful.