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
and just listen 
to that crooning song we danced to.