and apparently in a hurry
since you didn’t finish your meal
or even swallow your pills.
Where was my reminder?
A notification that you would not
be coming upstairs for dinner.
Why did you leave the house?
Your breath exhausted by the exit;
a brisk walk in the park taken alone.
This long nap is a secret victory
that didn’t surprise anyone here,
we just lovingly wanted 92 more.
It’s dusk, so good-bye…I guess.
I’ll think of you whenever I hear
an old tango spin on a needle.
By Amaury Genao