That moment

I met you at tom’s diner

Talking of crying in New York

And oh what a wonderful place it is to cry

Thinking of Alex Dimitrov and his love poems

I wanted to weep because I knew you’d be leaving 

My coffee getting cold but I wanted it to remain there forever 

Half sipped

Half drunk 

With days that roll on forever 

But pass all too quickly the minute 

We reach for the lonely word and keep it in our pocket 

Your coffee stained cup 

Half eaten salads 

Half lived lives or half lives 

They would say as we walk down broadway mumbling nonsense rhymes 

Trundling the step and sprinting a mile

For a good riddance 

A bitter goodbye 

With the facade of a drowning smile 

As harmonies bleached the familiar tune and echoed down the avenue