It was the first New Year’s Day in New York
That I could remember being unseasonably warm
The sky was cloudless and endless
As I stared up from your rooftop garden on Greene Street
In the heart of SoHo
You stood next to me
And in our silence
We spoke to each other
Keenly aware of the other’s quiet movements
We breathed in tandem
Our eyes
Were full of hope
Lingering on that infinite blue sky
Unaware that one of us would leave this world for good
In the ending days of that September
– Robert A. Cozzi
