Saturday, February 16, 2013


One balmy morning, the scent of his skin will be
on most of your things

you'll move your body in routine and
remember he was there

he'll drive away and alone, you'll lay yourself down
in the linger, when

he'll call, and together you'll listen to
a saxophone and lyrics

from your favorite high school dance, when your future was hopeful
for the end of the night and

the chance for your heart to remember
where he was on a balmy morning