Library table and chairs

No devil, plenty of details

I can still see
that table
and those chairs
and your sun
and the peace that filled the air
and my heart,
one I’ve never known
before or since.

I turn off this timer but
I’m still at fault with you
and with our meeting up the way we did –
letters over letters –
and a disconsolate past.

Break from the rum and you’ll see it too,
and the distance we make will be ours
and no alibi will swear otherwise.
Our summary lies in that metal table,
in that sun,
fading under the pounding
of the brightest star we know.

– 6/13/2016

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