That was then

by Ralkkai

Its one of those
unconventional nights.
She reads easy love poems
to me
and we sit on the couch.
I drink sips from
a Porter.
She made her vodka and cranberry
too strong,
takes a few tough girl swigs
cuts it with more juice
and tries again.

The summer is rolling in
but the warm hasn’t broken though
the concrete wall that is the wild west.

We don’t get those summer nights now.

The summer nights
when we would sit on the front steps
of where we live
and I’d drink sips
and she’d have wine
and we’d stare at the stars
and talk about things that
we never understood.

We’d argue about armchair
get too drunk
forget about it all in the morning.

And that would be that.

That was then–

Ages ago
like a fly on the car’s electric window,
rolled down
standing next to the doorlock
and oblivion.

That was then–

Ages ago
and now
we sit on the couch
like an old couple
waiting to do whatever it is
old people do,
before they die.