clouds kissing concrete pavement. my body
cutting through the chilling october mist, green
boots resounding each step, one after the other.
no one but memories to hold my hand in the
night time air. he offers me a sweet smile. but
when i see his face, all i can do is cry.

he dances with me on tuesday evenings in
my room. swaying to old jazz tunes and the
heavy waves of whiskey through our systems.

his corduroy jacket smells softly of cigarettes.
he wraps it around my shoulders, protecting
me from the cold. placing his hand on my cheek
but does not pull me closer for a kiss. he just
smiled, his touch within his eyes. blues filled
with wonder and understanding at the same
time. two vastly different souls so similar.

memory walked me down with his hand
in mine. none was spoken for all was said.