Soirée of mirrors,
cigarette smoke in slow waltz time,
ivory rain falls upward,
each note a glass we drain alone.
Streetlight jazz leaks through the blinds,
painting your shadow on the wall—
it sways when the clock forgets to tick,
a blue silhouette that never learns my name.
Let the last chord linger like perfume
on a coat you left behind;
I’ll keep it breathing in the minor key
until the sun unplugs the moon.