Satie and Memories.

Satie is playing

on the radio.

Someone coughs.

No birds come

on the lawn.

The sky is

a watercolour blue. 

She sat next to me

on the beach

watching the sun go down.

The moon seemed to sit

on the sea's horizon.

Back at the cheap hotel

our bed awaited

our closeness.

A ginger cat sits

on the lawn

waiting for birds

that do not come.

She lit us cigarettes

and we sat smoking

as the day drifted

out to sea.

Now she is no more

and there is just

a different dawn

and me.