Gin & Tonic

Gin and Tonic, yellow lights in the darkness outside.
It is a journey with music. We can sing along.
It is you and me. Us holding hands.
It is now and long ago.
Loneliness in the city. Dancing in the mirror.
Poetry and party. Night and night again.
Bubble gums. Hugs.
Words everywhere.
Your garden in a summer night.
A shower outside.
A ride. A whisper. A plane in the sky.
A blue swimming pool.
Gin and Tonic - we jump in.
Holding hands. Us.
Witch custom - I lose my hat.
Floating away. Splashes everywhere.
It's the music. Our voices. Each instrument.
Every expression - mute mode - we kiss.
Poetry and party. Stars and Summer.
Doorbells and drama.
Gin and Tonic, The Drums, the floor,
Outside.
Red dresses and rainbows.
Loud. Soft. beautiful and imperfect.
That was a night on a lost campus - in your garden.
In a nowhere to be found, except in my imagination - swimming pool.

Ciao to Stars

I guess this is beginning to feel, really feel
like good bye.
The lunches outside, dreaming of better days.
The dreams themselves... Or reality...
Marriage proposals, parents visiting from far away, drunken parties...
Funny videos, funny pictures, loud laughter - that eco in my living room right now.
I will miss you... I already miss us.
The us, original Nimba stars, who arrived full of expectancy...
when all was new... every smile and corridor.
Every new song, bar, argument, disappointment, tear...
Locked in my heart.
I hate the end. I hate good byes. I hate seeing us lost in space.
Floating away. Away forever from each other.
It was fun, it was a learning curve.
It was hard, it was deep... and full of alcohol.
It was ours... in the Camel. I love the Camel Bar.
Gross toilets, great music (I think)... The lights.
Our lights. Us... all over it.
I have a broken heart - whose pieces get smaller and smaller.
Day after day. Night after night.
Through life's good byes.