Happy New Year
The dusky sunset of the attic
reminds me of a gin-soaked New Year’s
all those ages ago
so I slip into that old dress
and play your favorite record
and watch the sun fade at the window.
Somewhere in the depths of the house
someone hums a livelier tune
but I prefer these memories
so I stay with you
in this dark room
so I slip into that old dress
and play your favorite record
and watch the sun fade at the window.
Somewhere in the depths of the house
someone hums a livelier tune
but I prefer these memories
so I stay with you
in this dark room
and just listen
to that crooning song we danced to.
to that crooning song we danced to.
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What a sweet, dreamy poem. Lovely.