On our last night together. [poem]

The other day when I wrote my piece on bubbles, I really wanted to write it in verse format, but the inspiration wasn't there. It was apparently on its way, and it arrived today:

on our last night together

on our last night together

we went to see a movie

and visited a toy store

it was 1999

and we were on the verge

of everything

I still remember

how still that night was

the hot May air

windless

your eyes just as still

I felt a tremor

of presentiment

and laughed

to shake it off

but it clung

doglike

to my feet

at the toy store

I bought a bottle of bubbles

you smiled in response

but it failed

to reach your eyes

in the parking lot

I was pushing back

the tears

unable to escape the feeling

that the ground

was about to be ripped

from underneath my feet

I unscrewed the cap

and blew a few halfhearted bubbles

into the still night air

we watched them float
in midair

for a moment

before disappearing

into

nothingness

 

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