Reminiscence

I miss the tune of my ringtone That no one except us knew; I went to bed with my cell phone And dreamt of hearing from you. Your voice became my sole salvation, Your breath - the sweetest lullaby. I miss the waiting at the station, Observing people passing by, And then - your smile, a hint to linger To have a menthol cigarette I took from cold yet gentle fingers... And guess what happens in my head At times I drink that lemon beer Or white plum wine, or cold ice tea. I'm holding those mornings dear And keep all memories with me.