thoughts while sharing coffee with the morning sun

 
 
 
 
tomorrow I will wake  
and share coffee with  
the morning sun  
 
      (I see you running across the  
          landscape of my memories)  
 
dreams  
       and  
          regrets
            without
                 egress  
 
captured in cigarette  
smoke  
 
I remember your breath  
like a warm Havana  
sunset on my bare  
shoulder  
 
      you laid next to me but  
                  were hardly there  
 
the foreign night whispered  
a strange language into your  
ear  
 
    and  
      you  
        went  
           willingly  
 
I was foolish to think that  
any less was possible  
 
         as apples
            lay rotting
               in a bowl
                 on the table  
 
and the last poem was
written a million
years
ago