Them, women!


To those amazing women
Who have given us the best gifts in life:
Our firsts!

This evening,
As I sit drenched, intoxicated, and content,
Accompanied by the warmth of the snow,
Outside my window, and
The golden hue swirling inside the cylindrical crystal
On my matte, dark desk, resting
Restlessly on a coaster,
I wish to get happily lost
In the memories
Left behind, labeled ‘regrets’;
The ones I vowed, never to see again.

As I give in to the whims of fluid gold,
Moments hidden in memories
Hit me: the first night,
The first time staying up till dawn
With tea warming our hands,
Smoke blurring your face as I looked on;
The first sip of scotch;
The day we skipped work together;
The first breakfast we ever shared;
The dinner we never went to;
The day you sang to me
Lost in yourself,
And probably, a little bit in me.

Ah, I remember it all

As I live the day, when one of you
Introduced me to a magic named