Of evening

Evening which drizzled for approximately nine minutes
and left a wisp of cool breath on the cheek.
Evening when the sound of people chattering becomes
even pleasant and comforting
and the cars zooming past on the highway
a triumphant cheer.
Evening when I sit alone and not lonely
Evening when I have no quarrel with the world
(at least not for now).

Evening when I think of you, and me,
of years come and go, all seven of them,
and keep coming still.

Evening when I think it was all a dream,
but you will kiss me (if you were here), and tell me
no, it was not so.