60/365 : To East Forest: Thank you for being a moment to remember that I would have missed had you not struggled (for love) to be here in this way

it is underrated--
the sound of a low voice
whisper-ordering
another drink,
collecting his tab,
quietly giving the last of his
pocket change
to the counter.

the murmur--
it is soft and hits
the open moment of
the music's whole-beat rest
as the tumblers chirp,
and the manhattans shake, just barely.

this is for you, if you wonder
if there is still a love somewhere
gentle enough to listen
to piano-hope hums
strung like stars
in the in-betweens of
darkness and cello.