It’s been over for awhile now.
And then a chirp on a phone.
An old photo.
I do well when I’m sleepwalking.
They days move like continental shelves.
No suprises.
A child’s tiny arm around my neck as I lower him into his pajamas.
Warm glow of television.
Then a shadow over the world.
I watch and let it pass like a zeppelin.
The sun comes back and I don’t think about how you looked that one time.
When your were dancing that one time and didn’t know I was watching.
Elbows on the railing, watching the ships pass by.
The scar on your palm.
And then the sun comes back.
I forget.
And I change the channel on the television and stir my tea.
It’s over.
(art by Adrian Tomine)
