Time has passed, and it’s hard to say how long. Lifetimes maybe.
But if I blink – I’m right back to your tangled arms and whispers.
Moving through the hallways like l had been there before.
Cool smile and confidence. And six shots of vodka.
I barely saw you drink as you held the glass for an hour.
Hour glass figures shaped on hotel wallpaper.
Falling over myself, I said “I love you” first.
And you started counting down until goodbye.