lost in between the cracks
It calls us near – the sirens

on cups in subterranean cafe

we played in that 20′ haze,
hot tub nights, kill bill on a dipson theatre

iberia blue opm in the aughts,
our weekly rituals in the haze.

meaningfully talks not superficial.
supportive, funny
he knew what was your to celebrate

the strokes the strips toronto night and math class

you were there. this was our collective twenties,

and those memories are transitioning

the water lake erie you take

you took his sight we he starred at you,

At midnight, just for our friends.

a fog –

its the silence in between the beat,