I put my feet down on this

Hard wood floor

Moving to the fridge to refill my wine glass

Filled with nostalgia for

Harvest

Pink

Moons

The way you look tonight

Sung into the pillow against my cheek

Into the  New Year night

Guests in your mom’s house.

Your arms tighten around my waist and your voice is warm in my ear.

You didn’t know I could sing like that

And you whisper that this will be your favorite memory of me.

I hope it still is.