A Quick Poem

I met an old friend last night
In the sky was night and snow
In his hands a letter

Who’s that for?
It’s nothing, he said. A work thing.
We ducked into the restaurant
Sat resolutely at the bar

I’ve missed you, he said
As I, I said

The bartender poured our glasses with long, piano hands. I stared
Red for me, like velvet
Brown for him, like disappearing
She smiled, a raven smile
Do you know her?
Don’t be jealous.
I’m not, I said, I whispered.

And then, the ghost you are
The ghost you were
Was gone.
I paid our tab, and
Walked out into the night.

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