yours, tiramisu

"winter solstice" by alex dimitrov

Again it's the longest night of the year.
The city closer to a replica of movie sets.
Its garish streets announcing
what cannot be measured: silence,
who we were in mirrors, neon in the gray.
Three pigeons huddle under bar light.
A couple argues in a diner while a server
brings their check. It's unclear what history
has done to them, or even the last five minutes.
Besides, who knows what to do with love?
It may not make it through one cigarette.
And it's enough to kill you, how dark it is
how cold we seem even in our own misery
all while knowing, we will miss this.
We will miss this when it ends.

#english #poetry