Tonight I’m in the mood for poetry
I think, so I smooth a sheet of
thin white paper onto my desk.
But the translucence reminds me
of your skin against the glowing moon
and I can’t bear to etch my thoughts
underneath your shoulder blades.
Tonight I’m in the mood for music
I think, so I strum a minor chord
on the strings of my guitar.
But the resonance reminds me
of the way your voice trembled
when you pondered the inevitability of
your descent into oblivion.
Tonight I’m in the mood for tea
I think, so I sink a sugar cube
into the steaming murky green.
But the bittersweet taste reminds me
of your warm breath on my cheek
caressing my lips on the Monday morning
before you whispered goodbye.
Tonight I’m in the mood for stargazing
I think, so I step into the cool night
and peer up into the darkness.
But the twinkling stars above remind me
of the last time I saw your eyes
light years away and slowly
diminishing in radiance.