A sentiment describing right now

A sentiment describing right now

I’ll always remember you

reading Walt Whitman that summer

but now its warmer than it should be outside,

nearly five years later

and it feels like we’ve barely spoken.

I’m having one of those moments

I know I should try to hold onto on purpose,

where music can almost levitate you

(maybe its just the air mattress)

but I could swear it’s the fiddle.

Wondering now what the new Star Wars

sounds like with a Polish voice over –

always that same man-voice –

for folks with bellies full of carp and pate,

or for me.

When you said it was ok to cry

in public, I could never have predicted

it would stay with me this way,

this way that it has,

and yet, I cry less often now.

I thought about your gestures,

though it seems I’ve forgotten how

you move your body to tell me something.

I read books quickly these days, flipping the pages

as they dictate the angles of my hands.