Black thoughts on a starless night
under a sky with no moon, only clouds.

I sit here under our tree, in the park where we once met,
writing bad poetry and drinking good wine.

But wine without you is just wasted.

You were the one who taught me how to savor
the little things, the things that count in life.

Like:
how to swirl wine in the glass and smell it before drinking
how to peel an apple with one seamless movement
how to sing at karaoke like you don’t care what others think
and how to fall in love on a starless night,
under a sky with no moon, only clouds.

The one lesson you never taught me was how to let go,
when the love is gone and I am left to pick up the pieces.

But I guess this is a lesson I can only learn by myself.