My evenings here

Sometime someday I’ll write a song
Of how I had the wind just brush my hair
And yet I felt my bones become light

Sometime someday I’ll give you my words for remembrance
Spoken and unspoken
Truthful and yet reeking of a certain deceit
Like lovers who fail

But until then you keep this photograph

To remember how we spent our evenings here
Holding hands and tongues entwined
Bidding adieu to another day
Staring at the city lights

I still spend my evenings here
Only no hand to hold or tongue entwined

No breath to feel

And yet I spend my evenings here