Midnight’s Dream

Moonlight shutters through my kitchen window.

Your silhouette; the shadow dancing wild

As perfect lines of Latin paint my walls.

I close my eyes and wonder where you are.

You and your younger brother eating dinner

The sound of music playing softly. Beer;

You take another sip. A blue cotton

Baseball hat hangs by the door, your tired

Feet rest on a stool. Slowly, my heart dies.

Memories burn in the air. The sound of

Your excited voice interrupting your

Favorite movie. I glance at my fridge,

The taped calendar, and the sad mark on

Sunday's date. Your funeral starts at one.