Leave the red rose kiss behind the door,
but not the favourite cap and coat; be yourself again,
inhale icy December, exhale all the
even for tonight.

Wander down the stony bridge nearby, gentle, indigo waves rippling below,
returning you back to the time when you were moons younger
and he was a still a blur
to your lady little heart.

As if on routine, you’ll resurrect
dusty records from the grave,
melodies from Sinatra, Woods and Goodman
to comfort the lonely soul, validating tears, simultaneously
drowsing you to your dreams.

End of dusk,
stars wake from their slumber
to waltz around the sky.
Only holiday blues will stay up tonight.

Published by troycabida

Troy Cabida (he/him) is a Filipino poet and producer based in south west London. His recent poems have appeared in TAYO Literary Magazine, harana poetry, MacMillan and bath magg. He is a producer for London open mic night Poetry and Shaah and co-founder of Liwayway Kolektibo, an arts and culture network providing space for UK-based Filipino/a/x creatives. His debut pamphlet, War Dove, was published by Bad Betty Press in 2020. Photo taken by Ray Roberts.

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