Still
by Phil Slattery

 

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Still
I feel your cheek lightly press
    against my shoulder
I feel the light strength of your arm
    locked in mine
I feel the gentle tug of your hand
    interlaced with mine
    as it pulls away
When you gaze with childlike wonder
    into a shop window
As we prowl the late night streets
    minds buzzing with laughter and liquor

Holding your hand tighter
My fingers grasp the chill night wind.

Staring at the sidewalk sparkling with frost
I light another cigar
Pull my jacket tighter
Roll up my collar against the breeze
Round the corner
    and become one
        with the shadows of the night
Disappearing into the smoky barrooms and sad jazz
    of a wintry city.