ljubljana

it is sad also
to be here without you
the smoke-sweetness of the tea
against the rain that promises to fall
across europe all this week

the shared days in this town weren’t hard
and we trudged snow and slopped
around those arguments we
liked to have in those days
but now such luxuries are just
nostalgia

pixellated
at different ends
of the day, we feign conflict
but it dissolves
with the distance and the echo
of voices arriving too late
I go and make a photo

also spun into squares
and I type at a table just
slightly too big for me
wishing anyone who I
don’t love, and don’t know
would come past to
distract from this
minimality of myself

I slept late today unusually,
and walked to the flapping market, whose
awnings sailed me towards
bitter greens and
hearts of strawberries
towards two women – one young,
one old – working together,
in the speechless wind
amicably, alone.