We slept in an apartment left in the bohemian nineteen-fifties
While we had Davis or Parker blasting on the hi-fi
And the remembrance of cigarettes was floating to the g-ds
But with our cell phones’ vibrators shaking us out of the sinking bed
We were too tired even to change to some more modern music
However, as, we stared at the wall guilty of something we had no clue of doing
You turned to me and said nothing with an expression I have never seen on yr face before
I yawned as I put my arm aaround you blinking in code “I love you”
We spent the rest of the morning watching the rain leak from the wall
Luckily, we never put anything of importance there
And as the sun shone from the dirty window, we got dressed in haste
For the appointment we needed to attend was at three-thirty that afternoon
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A good poem is always worth a picture in the mind or two. Loved the unhurried and the ungarlanded panoramic imaging of a moment or in this case a stilling of a segment of time coalescing it into an extended moment. Thanks for sharing.