wanting to write
a line or two
in answer
to your letter
but fear my heart
could not bear
not writing the words
between those lines

we speak
of Frank Sinatra
Fred Astaire
our lips move
in dialogue
we don’t remember
as our words
evaporate
in the air
but the conversation
we don’t have
hangs forever
between us

we sit
the air heavy
between us
we don’t speak
of all the things
that went wrong
just drink that glass
of wine
and watch the night
end