waltzing down memory lane in the pouring rain

your high tops

still sit

by the

laundry room door

from the day

we both

danced down the street

as it poured

our fingertips

wrinkled

along

with our eyes

as you

spun me

around beneath the

lavender sky

now i’m staring

at your

sneakers,

daydreaming of you,

and loathing

this cloudless

sky of

saudade blue

XXX,

coldfront