Missing months

Some ten months have passed, I told her when we met. Four since winter, when she took off for camel rides and warmer desert nights. Six before we spent together, the occasional crash-in in a south or northern city. An extra six calendar flip and we were both in the same Canadian place.

Where had the months gone? Down throats and through tunnel train rides, last dollars spent. It had evaporated, clouds and outer ocean, back to the ones we used to love. Back here from the Han River and trickling into an Itaewon diner. So goes the cycle.

Six hours then we had together, for the birthday of twenty-four. Ordered buckets, hookah, vodka bottles, said hello to old new friends. Brought it back to Hongdae, the first place in this city us two got trouble started long ago.

A live rock band and dated songs to dance to, spun wet hair sprinkler to the crowd. Out to another bar and onto stage, work muscles never used. Back out to the full early morning streets lit by bar signs and kebob vendors, feeling this will never end.