Afterglow

What! That sweet peace between you and me… never- What we had was a thought, a hidden moment of what could be A possibility I didn’t read your poem, call it deceit Don’t pretend I cannot, my body is too simple, untrained Thankfully my mind doesn’t work that way I pay as I go Today is tomorrow as was yesterday, it’s late The broken hinges of an old flip phone The slip-shoddy patterns of a diet, a way to perfection, Art, a tasty confection The piano class was a dream given up for the birth of a child Backing up, holding tight, holding on The child more important than the dream- In the cloud, still there- waiting Another time for delicious showers afterglow