Like violent footsteps of translucent insects,
rain clouds the glass.
A dynamic curtain between
the warmth
and the wind

Window dancers,
forever shifting, obscuring, revealing.
A one man audience
to a one night only movie
playing exclusively
in the courtyard below

You were born near the warm ocean,
grew up around there,
With your clear acrylic smile
and sun-kissed blonde hair

I, the winter cold
More north than I can remember,
We met that day you visited,
a brisk chill, that December

We drank and danced,
while the years passed over
Argued and grew apart,
our greatest fears, now sober

My memories of you, once treasured
Now, faded
as sun deprived lands complain,
Forever, jaded

Our relationship used to be sweet as sugar.
but, heartbreak knocked on our door
and now our relationship became sour as lemons.
I don't want to let you go.
I don't want to let us go.
I want to make lemonade.

                         -H.P.

in a dark alley
lovers kiss in a corner
street dog is on guard.

mum called us for lunch
again broccoli on plate
dog scampered away.
4/4/2019.