The day kissed the night and you held my hand in the Summertime, reading to me on the park bench, stumbling on your words and then taking me home for breakfast,.. I mean lunch. “No breakfast”, in the middle of the day? “No, you see, We ate breakfast at a bare wood table, which was mine and then we made love on the sofa couch in my apartment.” “ And then you laid on my chest and watched my eyes and we fell asleep on the sofa. The bowls of cereal are still on the bare wood table, in the kitchen. I closed my eyes and then I woke up and you were gone, I looked at the front door of my apartment and then landed on the sofa for a second longer turning my head to see the candle on the bare coffee table blown out and the bottom lock of the apartment door that you turned before you left holding the room together,