Glasses against
The warmth of a
Smoky fireplace.
A subtle emotion,
Bittersweet,
Of seemingly never
Ending place.
I remember a
Japanese phrase,
That means
"I love you".
I say it loud
Without proper
Pronounciation.
But it bounces
Back from the
Shabby South-wall,
Like a song of a
Long lost dawn.
To which I dance
Artlessly,
Remembering all
The abrupt good-byes.
And life now has
Come down to a
Sort of insomnia borne
Jolt of awareness,
That I'll die one day
And eventually,
Move on.